Love comes in and out suddenly
It helps you live and helps you suffer
It can punch you in the face.
Love means holding hands together
Love means to kiss
Love means to smile, to hug,
Love means watching each other grow old.
Love means the wrinkles on your face
And body changes, weather changes
Everything changes.
Love justifies it all.
Love saves, love scars.
Love is like the ocean,
It could be endless
And it can dry out.
Love is like a highway
It can last a while or end shortly.
It’s a trip.
It’s a trip that you take
As long you move, loves moves.
Love moves life.
It can screw with your head
It can screw with your life.
Love can screw your head, your soul
And your mind.
You cannot live without it
And sometimes it will make life more difficult with love.
Love means loving somebody unconditionally
Without receiving love back.
It’s the hardest thing.
It’s the hardest thing.
Love is like a flower in the sand.
It can grow through everything
It can survive, but it might need some water in it.
It needs passion, it needs the air,
And it needs the purpose.
What is the purpose of love?
It’s your own thing.
It is whatever makes you drive.
It is what makes you take the highway.
Jump through all the hoops, suffer, sacrifice,
In the name of love.
Love is lungs full of air,
Love is a forest full of trees,
Love is everything and nothing.
You can keep love, you can hide it,
You can avoid it, but it will always show up
In your heart, in your face, in your smile, in your hair,
In your teeth, in your bones.
It can bite you, and it can bite others.
Love has no limits.
It can go on and on, rooflessly and endlessly,
It can throw people off.
It can mess with your dailiness, busyness, problemness,
But it also can cure all of it.
It all depends.
Just like everything else in life,
It all depends.
Love is a free bird in the sky,
Love is blue sky and ocean, and all the palms
On the beach,
All the cars on the highway,
And all the trees up in the mountains.
Love is old age,
Love is young age,
Love is sunset and sunrise.
Love is a dark room with windows closed.
Love is an empty closet.
Love is running water in a shower.
Love is a bed in the bedroom.
Love is sex.
Love is moving.
Love helps us to leave,
Love is here to stay.
We all need a little bit of love
For each of us in our lives.
It’s easier this way,
It’s better this way.
It’s the best way out
And the best way in.