Love is a dreadful bond, that takes forever to make,seconds to brake and an eternity to bury.
I just want to hold you,comfort you.Be with you as one.Babe you love me,even when not near,my heart is with you,love is true.
What is it about love? Sometimes like a soft white dove.Sometimes like the grip of a black leather glove. Sometimes we never rise above.
Oh,the amount of people who confuse 'to' and 'too' is amazing two me.
The sound of black stiletto high heels slowly walking down a long marble hallway.
