What is L*O*V*E* ?
I walk. I talk. I think.Sometimes life seems empty.
Going through the motions
Doing what I should be doing
Thinking what I should be thinking.
Sometimes I wonder
If only we can erase the bad memories
And just keep the good ones.
Would life be a lot easier to walk through
without all those excess baggage.
Do we really need all those pain to love
To grow
To feel...
"Love is what makes the world go round..."
But what if love means letting someone into your heart
and then getting it ripped into pieces...
What if love fails you time and again?
And everytime you love, you end up losing a part of yourself
And you're never the same again.
Love changes us, for better or worse
And we all need love it seems.
Just a little strange irony in the larger picture of life
Is love an endless search for a place to rest our deepest emotions
or is it really just a farce that will haunt us till our last breath?
I don't want to end this on a sad note
So let's just say
Love breathes life into each step we take
A probable risk, for certain,
And we can only pray that someone will be there to catch us when we fall.


