Where could you be?
To love is to worry, again.
Now, it is twenty past three
you’ll say, you were looking for me?
It is true?
I was out there so lost without you.
Even my verses had ice-covered,
I was speechless and dumb.
Everyone thinks I am crazy.
To risk everything once more,
I just grin and tell them,
Have some respect for my woman.
You come inquisitively to the door,
God, she is downing again.
Love is an irresistible desire
to be irresistibly desired.
Via LOVE SAYINGS By Bradford G. Wheler