how do you know when a
like is no longer a like but a love
when just thew sound of thier name
makes every nerve in your brain
go insane.
when thier very worst quality
makes you want them even more
when you lay in bed at night
and let your thoughts soar
you hate them and yet cant
help but love them
when is it a love?
its a love when the
picture of thier face shoves
every other thought out of
your brain
when you would do
anything and everything
for them
when you care more
for thier happiness than
your own
inspite of all that happened,
happens and will happen
you still want to be with them
how do you know when
a love is a love.
like is because love is inspite of
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem