Tissa Calvert - Love is...

Love is...

Love is a game
Meant to be played.
Love is a name
Those always make people change.

Love is a Blindfold,
To keep people from seeing.
Love keeps our hearts together,
But then tears them apart.

Love is the horn on the bull in the ring,
Love is the one one that makes everything.
Love is the hormones in the parent,
That forms us, am I right?

Love never keeps its vow,
And we all wonder how.
But, I tell you this one thing,
Love makes everything.


Written by: Tissa Calvert
I wrote this when I was 15 years old

Tissa Calvert

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