The meaning

by daisy duke   May 13, 2006


What is love?
Nobody knows for sure.
Love is what you design it to be.
Love is being with someone who you care about so much.
That you think about them so many times that you lose count.
Well love has its up and downs like all things.
Love is knowing a person and caring about that person as if they were you.
Love is spending hours talking with that person about everything possible.
It is feeling safe in that other persons arms.
And knowing they would never do anything to hurt you.
Love is feeling so comfortable with that person,
You can act like a total idiot and they wouldn't care.
Just remember this. Love has no boundaries.
No matter where you find love it is worth the wait and worth the pain.
Everything happens for a reason the good and the bad.
And someday everybody will find their true love.

0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments

More Poems By daisy duke