Friday, February 1, 2013

Love Spoke of Love

I looked into her eyes.
I saw a fragile heart
Inside this brown eyed girl
With the pretty smile.
But the pretty smile waited...
The pretty smile hesitated...
A question had been asked.
I answered with the simple truth...
Brown eyed girl...
With the fragile heart...
I love...
You.
What kind of love is this?
Only you and I can tell.


- Love