Sometimes when I'm alone I wonder,
Is there a spell I'm under,
Keeping me from seeing the real thing,
Love hurts,
But sometimes it's a good hurt,
And it feels like I'm alive,
Love sings,
When it transcends the bad things,
Have a heart and try me,
'cause without love I won't survive.
-Love Hurts,Incubus-
Sunday, March 29, 2009
The Breath of Love
No science can explain it, Yet, we depend on it, Love is our oxygen. Can never be seen but only be felt.
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