When I think of the word love,
A few other words come to mind,
Joy, pain, trust, and comfort,
But most of all there is time.
Cause no matter how you think of it,
And no matter what you do,
LOVE develops over time,
Your heart knows this is true.
You must have battle,
You must fight,
Without that,
It'll never be right.
Pain is the source,
Of all true love,
From a hit and a yell,
To a kiss and a hug.
But don't listen to me,
Let my warning pass,
Keep the whole thing in peace,
See how long it lasts.
-yung syko
