Love?
We think about it, sing about it, dream about it, lose sleep worrying about it...
When we don't have it, we search for it;
When we discover it, we don't know what to do with it;
When we have it, we fear losing it.....
It is the constant source ofplea sure and pain...
Be we can't predict which it will be from one moment to the next...
It is a short word, east to spell... difficult to define, impossible to love without!!!!
This is so real!!! Haiiii...
Source from: Book of Quote FB
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