i’ve been writing love since a while now yet i can’t seem to get enough of it, for oh i look around and find new ways to love, every day.
they say, traveling alone feels lovely and i do agree with that, for i’ve done the same. peeked deep in the wilderness, looking for paths, no one took for oh those crooked ones, were the ones, that led me to find places with such beauty that oh one couldn’t help but gaze. but oh i travel alone, just not because of the calmness and all that is there to it. but oh i travel alone, to one day, visit them again, with the one, i’d love, for oh it always feel beautiful, to share the beauty of it all, and oh all of it feels even more beautiful, when you’ve her laying in your arms; your legs under water and oh a scenic view.
i discover today, to share tomorrow. i write about loving today, only to love tomorrow. whoever she maybe. where ever she maybe.
i don’t fear the world, nor the crowd, to make her feel oh so special, for i’ve lost more, when i’ve but kept it all to myself.
that’s why, i always express what i feel. i care in a way, i think one should be cared for. i won’t follow the rules of this society, but oh of the heart.
i never look for love, for the love that i’ll live, needs to have a story that oh i can recite to, to the lil one’s i’d be a father too.
only those believe in movies, who don’t live one themselves. oh my life is but a story, that may become a movie tomorrow and oh so i shall make sure, even in the darkness of it all, i shall have stars cover my sky, for love is all that oh will be in it. a love that is true. a love that is pure. a love that is warm. a love that is mine.