We think about it,
sing about it,
dream about it,
and lose sleep worrying about it.
When we don't have it,
we search for it;
when we discover it,
we don't know what to do without it,
when we have it,
we fear losing it.
It's a constant source of pleasure and pain
but we can't predict from one minute to the next,
which could be today.
We love our parents,
our brothers and sisters,
our boyfriends and girlfriends,
our comfortable shoes
Love
- It's a short work,
easy to spell,
difficult to defind,
impossible to live without.
No comments:
Post a Comment