Love is for fool they say.
Love is for the weak I heard.
Love is all worst they think.
But I have loved that word love.
That I had wisdom to be your fool.
I have gained the strength to be weak.
I walked all through the worst yet I still love to love.
Because if we give up this precious thing by its worst.
Then we don't seek for it at its best.
Because love is never candies, it is always sour.
But then if we love so true. We can make sweets out of rotten spice.
