This Mystery

Still a mystery to me,
How some think their love's ment to be,
Like love comes so easily and free,
While others have to beg and plea.

Now though I've given up the thought of love to be,
I'll use these words from the machine of me,
And save you the heartache of learning these lessons,
By giving you this message,

Love doesnt grow on trees,
It doesnt flow like an evening breeze,
Love is being in the worst place,
But never leaving cause thats the only face.....
for you

by Targus100
posted on 05/06/2008