My name is Love.
Pages of letters, thousand of words, these are not enough to define me.
I'm very complicated, almost impenetrable and questionable, but everyone is yearning for me, for I am everything. I can be good and I can be bad, I can cause happiness but I can also be a cause of heartbreak and sorrow, you see, the world goes around me.
When people think of me, its either; they will smile or their hearts will be shattered in pieces, broken. Smile, for they already have me. Broken, for I am a scarce in their life.
Anyone can turn me in any weapon they want, a weapon that can be very beautiful, but at the same time a cataclysm. Don't underestimate what I can do, you might have seen me
everywhere or in any forms and shapes in your whole life, but what you see is not everything that there is, sometimes I can be greedy and I can even kill. Without me,
perhaps there would be no you and If I am not in "time," the world would just mean nothing more than a floating sphere. You can find me in almost everything- in songs,
novels and in life but no heartbeat can fully figure me out.
Forever I would remain a secret enigma.
