Talk of this thing called love. Rarely fits everyone like a suede glove. Holding them tight and taking away their cares and sorrow. Folks speak of, and write of this love like it is never ending. Gracing over some and then there are those pretending. To be in love. It's only infatuation. So you must know the signs. Do you get excited when you see their face? Does their voice make your blood and heart race? Does every day seem like a new? Then love probably has a hold on you. Even if you don't have these levels. Love comes cloaked and brushes like a feather. Subtle love is like a birds feather hitting your face. Doesn't mean your not gonna run it's race. Love has a way of making you stick together. Abuse, hardship, and all's kind of weather. Regardless of your station on this. Tell me isn't love just the bliss. I wouldn't trade it for all the gold. That Africa the mother land does behold. But some of richness comes into play. Cause love true love is here to stay. Now have fun.