Book Of Love, Piece: 10
Sometimes we think too much. Sometimes we let our fears bind us.
We allow our minds to take control.
To make a logical decision that prevents us from getting hurt.
But when did love become a logical thing?
Love has never worked in any way explainable.
Maybe that is the beauty of it.
To love, is to let our hearts lead the way.
For all the hurt we may have to endure,
We may find something beautiful after all.
~In dedication to a girl named D.R.