Who is My love for?
Why is it that love is so quick to come to people I know
but to me, love has been distant
Like it's afraid of my kind of view
love to me is like sleeping in your own bed after a long trip,
like the most perfect first kiss,
a beautiful sunset in autumn with leaves falling softly to the ground,
love is like a feather landing in a puddle filled with cherry blossoms - beautiful.
And with so much love in my heart I feel alone
I could spend it all on myself
my family
On my friends
Maybe even on a complete stranger.
So with so much love in my heart I still feel alone.
I don't even have anyone who could be a 'candidate' for my love.
I don't know who I'm saving it for.












