Love something you can’t see,
hear, taste, or touch
Love is what we enjoy so much
But when hatred fails love
always pull through
Love is the time, the hour, the
morning, the day
Love is how it comes out when
there’s nothing left to say
Love can never be from stress
Love can only be expressed
Love is something you have and something you
do
So, what is love, that can only
be answered by you.
-Kimmy
March 2, 2000