MY WORLD

Love is a temporary madness .it erupts like an eartquake and then subsides,when it subsides you have to make a dedision.you have to make work out whether your routs have become so entwined togather.that it is inconceivable that you should ever part,becouse this is what loveis.love is not breathlessness,it is excitement,love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.we had roots that grew towards each other underground .when all pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one three,not two.love is the beauty of the soul