Love, you spend your whole life searching for it. But. Everybody says that you don’t know what it is till’ you found it. So, how are you supposed to know its love?
How are you supposed to know its love you’ve found, when you don’t know what love is? And, how are you supposed to find it? What should you look for?
Wouldn’t it be easier to let love come to you when it feels like it? Kind of like luck?
‘Cause you won’t find luck if you search for it, it will come to you when you need it the most. Or when you’re not looking for it, like a four leaved clover. You can look for it all day, but you will only find it the day you stop looking.
Just a thought…