Simply Love
by Ashley
Why do I love you is what I ask myself, but its suddenly answered when I see your name, hear your voice. Sometimes I wanna be mad, but my stomach kills at the thought of it. If I hate you my head pounds harder then ever before. It seems my best choice is to love you and i'm glad I do. Most of my day is spent on the wonderings of yours. The word obsessive might come to mind, but thats not it, not at all. I suppose the only way you'll actually get this writing is if you yourself are in love. Yet these things all come to wonder do you feel the same?
Poetry
Gay Love ADVICE
