You can't touch it nor can you smell it, you can't taste it for sure. You can't kill it, you don't want to waist it, cause it can make your heart pure. You can loose it you can't choose it, it chooses you. You can trust it to make you happy or make you sad too. It can weaken you or it can make you stronger than before. It can taunt you it can haunt you, it can make you want more. It can leave you or it can stay with you for ever more. It can make you surly make you feel like you can sore, high above the world like a bird in flight, or crash to the ground with a terrible fright. Do you wonder are you courious as to what I speak of if you wonder if your courious then you've never been in love.
©journis
J