There is something about love
When I usually draw my sketch
The line gets bolder and real
Erase for perfection and add for infallibility
There is something about love
When I always change my hair style
The “Bob” with the bang
Or just long and curly in the edge
I still want to say something about love
The trace of my footprints on a hard rock
Grafting while age following behind
Try to be wise but still acting like a foolish
Now, I need to answer something about love
The old boring question; what is love?
You live and drink with it
Denying make you breathless and sleepless
Love, L. O. V. E
Abide and absorb in your refusal mind
When you don’t expect it
It will come like a sticky chewing gum
Last about love, although I don’t want to stop
A long journey to the edge unpredictable cease
Holding hand or insisting in solitude
Like water, love will always find its way to flow
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