Why is love so popular?
Love is a curse that addles the mind,
You feel you could fly to the blue, cloudy sky.
I’ll give you my love but I’ll keep some behind,
I can’t give you my heart, or you’ll break it apart.
But love is always different,
It’s never twice the same.
You could rely on seeing them,
Or be content with just their name.
If your love is pure, you’ll not love again,
But you’ll be content with the love that you’ve got.
There is not one in a million women,
That could hide the memories of forget-me-nots.
Love is like drinking hot chocolate steaming;
It takes you by surprise and sooths your inner screaming.
Some of the greater things in life are unseen,
That’s why you close your eyes when you kiss, cry or dream.