Love is heart that can become a broken puzzle if torn apart. Love is a dagger forced into a poor lonely soul that can break you or make you whole. Love is a game, shame, lame and a name. Love is a new life and a knife. Love can be like death, it can give or take your breath. Love is a saddness, a sorrow. Love is a new day tomorrow.Love is destressing, depressing and obsessing. Love is glory and a never ending story. Love is a flower that can be weak or be a power. Love is appealing, a feeling and can be hurtful or healing. Love is a fire, a burning desire and can be a dirty lier. Love is a killer and a thriller. Love is a pill that messes with will. Love is a flowing river that makes you cold, makes you quiver. Love is a new door that can be empty or can be more. Love is a passage way, a new beginning, a bran new day. Love is the colors black and blue frome the bruises from the old that still look new. Love is a book, a new way to look. Love is pain that can be lost or can gain. Love is apart of you and me and thats the way it will always be.
