Post by sulema

If love is blind, how do I see you? If love hurts, why do you make me happy? If love is a many splendored things, how come you are the only one for me. Love is realizing that you love doing the things you hate because someone appreciates the efforts you make. They say love is rare, and hard to find. Others say it arrives only once in a lifetime. I say love is in the heart, and never leaves. It grows every moment, deepens every minute. We just have to find someone to share it with.