Having a love is a Hugh part of life. My love is my life, and others.
Tell me what do you love. Is it life, people, or passions, or something else.
Love is our being, what we love matters only to us, maybe to others.
Why is life so cruel? I ask because I see so much wrong of people I
Love of things, or is it others, maybe children we have, or things not
so important. Love what brings joy, make sure its a thing that makes
count in your life. Make every minute count.
Do you love your self? Do you love people that care for you, or shun them
as most do. Saying what I say brings toil to me. This matters not, because
I love with my heart, my soul, my whole being.
Just words, I speak. but it is my self.