love they say is a gift it never dies, a constant thing on your mind, and i have finally come to the conclusion, it is more,

it's a thought that never leave your mind, heart, and inner self,

love is a conceling feeling, that we never truy expore, a easy walk away, and difinitly quickly forgotten,

i see not only in myself but others, a chance we toss, a feeling we forsake, and a writing of paper we through,

love is the belief of want, not need, a chsnce to take to take, and a general idea of suffercatin,

a pressure ponit of ache, swelling, and knotos muscle,

a feeling tossed,