Love takes many forms. It never dies, but changes into lessons learned. Sometimes you do get burned. Don't worry scars are beautiful too. I believe it can last forever even when it ends. I am a realist striving to be an optimist. I am a lover waiting to be loved.
And I leave you with this wonderful tune of my childhood that my mom used to sing to me.... =)
"Cause I love you a bushel and a peck
You bet your pretty neck, I do"
