LOVEE:
We
think about it.
We sing about it, dream about it.
We even loose sleep worrying
about it.
When we don't know we have it,
we search for it.
When we discover it, we
don't know what to do with it.
When we have it, we
fear of loosing it.
It is the constant sorce of
pleasure, and pain.
But we don't know which it will
be from one moment to the
next.
It is one short word.
Easy to spell.
But difficult to define.
And impossible to live without.