On Love

I have a story

A story of the heart

I swore not to let myself fall apart

There are times I go over it from the start

I chase my memory back to then

And I remember how hard it was to feel

The only beating of my heart was the beating of steal

Till he came along and made it rea

lHe gave me a story that I could call my own

But I didn't give it easy or without a test

I watched to see if he would ever lay it to rest

To see if he would get stressed

And what he thinks I can't be sure

But I am sure of myself and the love I have to give

Now I see I something to live

I have someone I want and need to be with

There is no end