What Is Love...

Hills are tall,
Skies are high.
Spring may fall,
Easier then a sigh.

Time is running,
Time is slipping.
Running out of our reach,
Slipping out of our bare hands.

Love is related with everything,
It isn’t a thing with no fee.
The deal is high,
But its really worth it.

Love has no value,
Nor will it make you ill.
Unless its just fake,
Unless its just an ache.

If love is pure,
It can cure.
It will shake,
If its fake.

Love is blind,
Which will catch you from behind.
Love is tricky,
So is it icky.