True love

You think you know what love is, but you don't always know.
Every time I think I found my pice of cake I find out it's not my flavour.
I think it tast good but it turns out the look of the cake fooled me.. Again.
It is so hard to say, I dont think I belive, but then again I know I belive.

One day my prins in shining amour will come riding on that white hoors.
And then I will open my eyes, and my heart will go crazy.
And when that day come I know I have to work, work to make this happen.
Everyone knows that love dont come for free.

Love is hard work,
love is hell and heaven,
love is your soul, heart and brain,
love can make you cry and make you wanna die.

But love is the paradis, the green feld you can lay in.
Every time your sad, you know love can take your hand and make you belive again.
I belive in true love, I breath for it.
And when my heart is broken, I know someone will come and help me pick up the pieces.
And you will always see that one pice is missing for everythime a person leavs you.

True love is everything around you.
And I think it's great that my graddad and me have it tattoo'ed on our body.
Becas we will never stop beliving.

I asked him what he thinks of the word true love,
he said that true love is true love, nothing more or less.
That's true, and never forget it.

This is for you graddad...