fredag den 27. november 2009

Love...

Love is poison, love is drugs.
Love is something you can’t put in a box.
Love is something you gets addicted to.
Love is me and you.
Love is bigger than your mind.
Love is being sweet and kind.
Love is dressing on my kebab.
Love is a channel where you can’t zap.
Love is good in your thoughts.
Love is bad when it hurts.
Love is a smile on a sad Sunday.
Love is your neighbour saying hey.
Love is a secret hidden in your heart.
Love can help you or tear you apart.
Love is getting a gift.
Love is celebraiting on May the fifth.
Love is a birthday-gratulation.
Love is the thing that unites the nation.
Love is singing a song.
Love is trying to get along.
Love is winning a game.
Love is getting her lastname.
Love is cuddling on a Saturday night.
Love is doing things right.
Love is a cigaret in the morning.
Love is taking a walk in the spring.
Love is something I wont life without.
Love is having hope and doubt.
Love is a weird thing of a special type.
Love is something I can’t describe.

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