Love

We argue, we fight
From morning to night.
We cry our hearts out
Trying to explain we're right with out a doubt.
Our surroundings ask why, why do you argue so much
As if your hearts are cold to the touch.
We're speechless, not knowing what to say
Then we dismiss the argument just happy that we're okay.
In the end we know there is one emotion that stands above
At the end of the day there is always love.
By: Lois Lillard