It was just a feeling I felt.
It is your story, your love life
It is those words we tell ourselves, about others.
Love happens when we keep our legs closed
The starting point of all of this is, with advice one of these women was seeking.
A poor man’s love
About a poor man I once met.
What is a love relationship?
I believe a question nobody really thinks about.
How deep is your love?
I am just telling that story, my ears were hearing.
Is love something average?
It could give a clue to the answer I am looking for.
Where to find love?
I have had more harm then some actual luck.
Is love to take a leap of faith or a quantum leap?
It brings me back to those stories I was writing about a boy that was staring deep in my eyes and I didn’t want to take that leap with him.
A love spell
My vision when it comes to men is dark as days and I will tell you why.