A Thought of Love

The way that yur girls tears make you want to
change the world so that it doesn't hurt
her anymore... Yet regardless if you love
them, hate them, wish they would die or know
that you would die without them... it
matters not. Because once in your life,
whatever they were to the world they become
everything to you. When you look them in the
eyes, traveling to the depths of their souls
and you say a million things without trace
of a sound, you know that your own life is
inevitable consumed within the rhythmic
beatings of her very heart. We love them for
a million reasons, No paper would do it
justice. It is a thing not of the mind but
of the heart. A feeling. Only felt.