LOVE

An poem i had written a long time ago :o)

LOVE

Painful as love is seen,

we still try to find it,

and clutch it close to our hearts.

even thou we know it can hurt us.

but why do
we keep trying,

for that little slimier of a taste,
of love?
when it'll just hurt us even more then before?


simply because love is the closest thing we've got to magic
and you can wast love to make it grow.

Author's Note

enjoy, hope it seemed fuzzy.