In a world full of untold riches, Love will give you pain and stiches.
if Love can be true, then Love is you.
Summer blizzard and Winter fire, the natural disaters with unthinkable desire.
we shall conspire ,about how Love is dire.
Love can not go to the highest buyer, Love is earned, Love
is learned. Love is burned upon ones mind, but a soft burn that
is kind. leaving a scar, only seen by the mind from
Love is from before the beginning of time
Love is until the will is to be sighned