Love is strange I could say,
or unrealistic and all that is a myth.
Love could be the heavenly golden rays
that shine upon you with
warmth and,
sweet bliss.
Something so Grand,
when it ends, it will be heartbreakingly missed.
Love could make one content.
Love could save a soul.
Love could be real for two people that are meant.
When two people become a whole.
Love should make one grow.
But I wouldn't know.
