A Strange Thing

Love is a strange thing.
it cannot be seen, heard, breathed in or summed up in a writing, but only felt.
Love - she is not words or promises. She is a series of actions. She gives and sacrifices.
that is Love. A Love that doesn't grow cold, one that never grows old - surprises with each passing day.
She is not a boat in a raging storm with piercing winds on the black sea. Love is calm and brings peace.
Love is a guide and no a guessing game. She is found in the oddest of places.
Where and When you least expect her,
but when you actually need her the most.

Ive had people who say they love me - im NO expert on love, but if someone says they love me but then repeatedly do stupid actions that counter what they said, then they dont love. sad to say, but true. basically what i wanted to sy is that ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER THAN WORDS. el fin.

-Nicolette