Its never difficult to say it
Its never easy to mean it
But why do people misunderstood
the true meaning of it?

The time when our eyes meet
the only thing that run
in your mind was always
love...love...and love....

What's wrong with love?
What is love?
No one
No one ever knew it

Its undescribable
Its uncondition love
Its pure
Its the affection
and never just for lie
Love...is the
TRUTH

found this poem while i was browsing my old stuff...wriiten by me ok....