Love can have so many forms,
It's a shapeshifter.
It can be a place,
Or a person.
It can a feeling,
Or a memory.
It can be painfull,
Or it can make your heart jump of happiness.
It can be dissapointing,
Or it can make you happy.
It can be so hard to get,
And so easy to forget.
Love means memoryes,
Sad or happy ones.
But, what happens when your heart is made of stone,
And your soul is made of ice.
Will love stick to it?