Just Another Love
A thousand stories and a million songs have been written to 'Love'
A billion peoms, a trillion love letters, and an infinite number of tears have been given to 'Love'
What will 'Love' demand of me?
Will it ask for my heart, then take it and play its cruel games?
Will it crush it, kick it, break it, and then give it back?
Or will it hold me softly in it's hands, sheltering it, blowing kisses to it?
How wonderful it is to hear the laughter of those whose skin has grown old and whose hair