Love..
Love is beautifu,l
somtimes it is good,
sometimes it is bad
What is love?
Who can tell.
Is it simply a feeling?
Or it is more than feeling
I don’t know
The only think I know is that
I love you
In a special manner
I say thinks to you
I never have told anyone before
you are special for me
you maybe doesn’t not realise
I don’t want without you
I don’t can..