Love is something I want, Is it something I need? Love is something I cherish, it’s something I breath. Love is something we second guess, when we don’t know what it is. Love is tears, love is joy, love is pain, love is fears. Love gets you hurt, but somehow love is peace. Love gives you happiness, while somehow making it decrease. Love gives you strength, it also makes you weak.
Love is created, taken, and assumed for the sake of concealment. Love is very fictionist. Is it something I’m able to deal with. I don’t just want love, I want the feeling of being in love. I want everything it comes with, because I know it’s sent from above. I want someone to wrap me in their arms, and tell me how they feel. I want them t laugh with me, cry with me, care for me when I’m ill.
Be my right hand, cherish me with your soul. Be my other half, the one that makes me whole. Love me with your all, and I promise I’ll love you with mine. We’ll be so happy together, always till the end of time.