Thinking of True Love

when i think about true love, i think about the soft rain. falling gently down upon me, and for the moment easing all my pain. when i think of true love, i know its like the sun. so warm and so confronting that can be like a gentle hug. when i think of true love, i think about the snow. so pure and so flawless and never does it get old. when i think of true love, i look up at the stars so perfectly shaped and shinny no matter where we are... so if you ever find true love, please don’t ever let it go. for true love is one of a kind, and never will grow old.