When a love one doesn't show. Tears may flow for reasons unknown, We sometimes break our own. People seem to stray from home, Not realizing they have no place to roam. Looking for something they have lost, By the time they realize What it has cost The one they left behind Has become very lost. Sometimes with love, Most have a knack.
Love is that unexplained type of feeling That has a way of healing.
Maybe because love can never be named. To go to the Paint Shop Pro webring, click on the Paint Shop Pro logo below.