What is love?
A milkshake to soothe the pain.
A custard cream to dunk in a cuppa, as tea solves everything.
Or perhaps it’s a glance up at our universe, of which we stand like specs on a spec.
Love is questionable.
I don't write. I create.
What is love?
A milkshake to soothe the pain.
A custard cream to dunk in a cuppa, as tea solves everything.
Or perhaps it’s a glance up at our universe, of which we stand like specs on a spec.
Love is questionable.