Love

I didn't ask for it to be over, but then again, I never asked it to begin.  For that's the way it is with life, as some of the most beautiful days come completely by chance.  But even the most beautiful days eventually have their sun sets.

Love is something you can't describe like the look of a rose, the smell of the rain, or the feeling of forever.

Love is like a bar of soap, once you think you have it, it slips away.