LOVE

Love is like air; it’s not visible but we all know it’s there

It’s our heart who loves to love; sometimes it loves someone that will in happy times break our heart into pieces hurting us inside:

And we must confess that our broken love, in times of despair makes us want to cry and deny

The fact that we love with all our might these persons that have, will, and might hurt our little heart with an affair.

Love, love, love what is love? Is love a drug that immobilizes our thoughts right then and there?

And makes us warm in the middle of winter or float to the top of the sky and makes us unaware of our joyride

Of the height we have reached, because love doesn’t know we need the atmosphere to supply us with all the stuff that everyone needs worldwide.

When the love fuel ends or we run out of sky we began to fall to a most certain death by what took us there.

So why is it that we love if love is a game of chance?

Well because love is something you can’t control that will come by surprise; and enters your heart in disguise

That will fill you with romance and will make you want to dance

You have no chance in choosing the way you heart will look so be wise

And take this advice;

 Enjoy.