True Love Never Complains Or Begrudges
It Only Appreciate Each Action And Step Taking By Its Host
It Thinks Of Perfection Where There Was Known
It Insist On Flexibity And Never Complexity
Beauty Isnt A Criterium For Love
Its Just A Neccesity For Lust
Holding On And Never Letting Go
Are Mere Restriction That Makes Love Boring
What Do We Hold On To When True Love Reside In Its Host
Love As Never Held On
It Just Lived On
Love And Priority Are Two Opposite Side Of A Coin
But We Often Time Place Them Behind One Another
Where True Love Exist
There It Becomes A Priority
And Only In True Love We Could Live
Never To Ever Worry
I Was Glad That Mine Was Given To Its Creator
For Who Else Can Appreciate
Or Explain Or Describe Or Illustrate
An Art More Than Its Sculptor
You Are The Sculptor Of My Heart
And My Love Was The Invention Of My Heart
And You Are My True Heart…
We Are Love Entangled That
Know One Could Have
The Strenght Of A Live Time
To Unwind Us.