Love? ? ? Poem by Dawn Gothic

Love, Love, Love. Love is in the air. Spring brings newly found love all around. But what is love? A foren object that you can't touch, taste or see. You can write about it, you can feel it inside the pit of you stumach.Many people are obleves to this thought, never seeing who they love and who loves you back. People never know who they have until they turn their backs on you and forget about the reason that they once loved you. Life's not fair, but why should love be fair either? Some people die before they meet the one person that would never turn their backs on you. Some people are lucky, they find them in their childhood and don't realize this until they are older.