Love is so suspicious,so pretentious,
so mind boggling to my soul.
Is it worth the agony, the joy, the not knowing.
Being lost in the haze.
If only my mind did not survey all the definitions of my soul.
Then would not ache all over,
and toss in my sleep to and fro.
Love is a gift .
So why do I not receive with gladness?
Or am I afraid of knowing the true love.
Knowing how it feels to run through my veins,
like a water fall.
I must open up my heart like a sponge,
to know the meaning of true love
and so must we all.