I guess, if you really think about it
Love is immature
Well, doesn't that make us immature
Isn't it that we find Love very young
But then again
Love is always hiding
Even when we get older
Love just
Well... loves to play games
Like I said before
Love is a young child
When will Love finally grow up
When will Love come out of hiding
And
When will we get to Love
Love is a destination
A moment in time
A story
...A present
Love needs to be figured out
And unwrapped
Love needs to be exciting
And unique
And surprising
And it will always be there
Love doesn't have boundaries or an age
... Maybe thats why it's so immature
Love has to be a certain person
... Right
Wrong!
Love can be anyone
... Love can be anything
You can Love anyone
But you're told that Love doesn't like it
That Love keeps complaining
At the choices you've made
That Love doesn't like who you chose it to be
But why can't we Love everyone
Love adores you
And you admire Love
So why not
Love is special
Love was my bestfriend
Love is my bestfriend
Love were my bestfriends
Love
It... it
No wait
Love isn't an it
...Is it?
Love can be a she
And Love can be a he
She is beautiful
And He brings joy to our hearts...
When you see Her smile
Doesn't it make you feel all warm inside
Or when you hear Him laugh
Don't you get butterflies
Love kept you on solid ground
Yet Love swept you off your feet
As well
I don't know about you
But it bugs me to hear two simple words:
"Love stinks"
Honestly
To me
Love smells sweet
Because Love is
A garden of roses
Or A cone of Icecream
Love is like candy
Who doesn't Love candy
Love is a little kid and his lollipop
Love is kind
And generous
Now tell me
How is none of that stuff sweet?
Maybe it's just me being to serious
But to tell the truth
Love
Is serious
Love is as deep as
A really deep cut from a rough edge
On your cheek
Or as deep as a play written by Shakespeare
Love is also colourful
Love is like a rainbow
Love can be Blue
And Love can be Orange
Love always has its ups and downs
Love can be Black and White
It's always confusing
You can never be sure
Love can be Red
Like roses
Or blood
It can be romantic
Or it can hurt you
The point is
Love is different
You never know what might be in store
Or it might affect others
Or how different your future might turn out to be
'Young Love'
'Immature Love'
But everything will seem better
If you hear
Or if you tell someone
Three very special words:
By @fAsHiOnDiVa101
