Love
Love; there are no rules, no boundaries, There are no referees, no real anything. It can start real fast and fizzle out, like gun powder Or take its time and be sweet, like honey. Love can be seen, can be heard, can be felt But only by those that have been struck with its arrow But that arrow is blind, and can strike the two most unlikely people And that sometimes can spill blood of the people they hold dear. Love will be...