Love is...
Air
It can't be seen, touched
And it's hard to describe
It can come to anybody, anywhere, anytime
Simply because we can't live without it
Water
For it makes most of us
Our thirst it can quench
But drown in it we may end up
Loosing our beloved or even ourselves
Earth
We are the fruits of love
Much beauties grow from it
But we shan't over exploit the love
For it might end up hurting us
Fire
It warms our heart
And enlightens our days
But too much of it fruits in jealousy
And burn us back to ashes
Above all
Love is universal
It belongs to nobody except everybody
And it is up to us
To see it from which side of the coin
TransJakarta Busway / 24.09.10 / 6:02 PM
by : ka Marcel Glen via notes fb
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