Love, Complicated? Why?

This is my bucket full of journals.

Of all my possessions, they are the most priceless.

It's contents, Me.

Below is a poem written almost thirteen years ago: 2/8/2000.

"Why is Love so Complicated"

Love has no definition

Or any types of premonitions

Love comes directly from your heart

It hurts like hell when it has to part

Love does cause pain

But Love is a gift that has to be exchanged

Love makes you crazed that you feel like your constantly in a daze

It makes your heart skip a 1000 beats

You feel like dancing in the streets

Love does have a wicked side

Your mind is constantly in a tide

Your heart may ache

But there's no medicines to take

Love begins with hello and ends in goodbye

Love makes you laugh ad it makes you cry

Love is so complicated but that's the best part

Knowing you have no control over your heart.

I am happy to share that I have still retained some of my romantic sensibility (plenty of mistakes= more wisdom ;) ).

With Love,

Erika xoxo

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