What is this thing called love?
This thing that i don't know about.
This thing that i can't care about,
Or even lack to think about.
This something that is supposedly a necessaty, but it could care less of me.
I don't see what so special about it, nor do i really care.
Tis not a burden of love, that i don't intend to share.
For if one can not find true love, then how can one share?
And if one can not share love, then one must sit back and bare it.
