If the dews froze under the Sahara,
The blaze will not then wither the will,
If the peace is no longer fluttering doves,
THEN THE HATE THEN WILL TURN TO LOVE
Do you know what my problem is ? I love you. I love your name. I love the way you look at me. I love your gorgeous smile. I love the way I can be having the worst day of my life and seeing you completely changes my mood. That is my biggest problem.