The effects of love
Always vary
In the Sense that above
Love is carried
It is buried
In our hearts like a glove
Fitting perfectly, no hurry
For it is love.
And it comes from above
This should bring no worry
For it is love
And love will not scurry
In the midst of worry
Turn your head above
Do not scurry
For you will always receive love.
-Kayla Shears
Reblogged from Life as we know it..
October 13, 2009, 10:02am
