Devoid of love of any kind,
deviod of love we soon will find,
ourselves to be so far behind,
but we will catch up.
Our hearts do break,
and so we ache,
wandering as though each day were to wait,
But we will mend.
Love is a game for fools, they say.
But fools are the best kind of person,
Have you ever met a fool who stopped to think about the thought of others?
Or one that did not care at least a little no less?
Have Heart, Know Love.