Love Comes from many things

Love is something that we cannot see, hear, smell, touch or taste. We can only feel it as best we can. Love is infinite. There is no end.
It's something that a human cannot decide upon or change. You can't make yourself love someone or make yourself not love someone. If you feel it, then you know it.
Love is unpredictable. You don't know when it will hit you or when it won't. It'll just happen. It's like finding a five dollar bill on the street: It'll be hard to find, but you will, in time.
You can't wait for love. You can't strive hard to find it. Just try, but don't put your all in it. Cause...

This is my take on love,it came to me about two years ago,then it was just a phrase,i came up with the poem later on.:)I hope you like it,please Review it.Critisism is welcome-but no Flames pls.thanks bye!


Love Is A Tortured Soul

Love is a tortured soul.
Drenched in the bearing of it’s kind, and the lost.
For it gets lost quite easily; it’s naïve and foolish-desperate.
Love is a tortured soul.
It’s always there, waiting for you to find it in it’s dark dim home, longing for another of it’s kind to relate and confide to.
They come sometimes, or so it thinks.
It’s always being teased by...