Love

Love crys
love dies
love has a begnning,middle,and a end,it starts out with a scared rist and a razer as sharp as a new england sword ready for a bloody fought war
the middle is that as the razar moves a crost the rist it is crin to the heaven and pleedin forgiveness
it all end with the rist as cold as ice and the razar as red a rose droped on a grave of the person who was movin the razer