TRUE LOVE

Love that doesn't require proof simply breathes, lives, and grows. The one that doesn't blind but warms, when the streets are wet and it still smells like rain. It seems like nothing special: a smile, an old t-shirt, familiar glances over the shoulder. But it's in these little things that the whole meaning lies, the whole strength, everything you want to get up for in the morning. The music sounds like a ray of sunshine finding its way thru thick clouds: soft, confident, with a warmth you believe in completely. Without grand declarations, just the simple, almost mundane miracle of being together and no longer searching for answers. When even scars cease to be pain and become part of a shared story, sung together.