Love for someone or something, doesn't spring up from the blue
It requires an object to your affection, and often for them to love you too
This is when love becomes attatchment, when its dependant externally
But find that love inside yourself, and it exists eternally
I've loved a lot over the years, and loved in many ways
And the love I have for life and living rarely goes away
And even in those darker moments when love is difficult to see
Look deep inside yourself, it's the only place it'll be
