Love's Life
A quiet woman around the special age of Twenty-eight, she dresses herself fashionably for the colder weather she is accustomed to. The personality of her warm giving heart is one of a beautiful, young, confident woman. She is the kind, gentle, and caring type of woman whom many of this world grow to cherish and love to a greater extent then our self. She is Love.
The life of Love is about as strange as a typical life tends to be. It isn't extravagant or too particularly dull, it is calm and patient. Love's life is simple. The daily routine Love goes through could possibly sound so boring that one might go mad, but not for her. You see, to Love her daily routine is with out stress or an uptight schedule, because there is a relaxed and loose way to her prompt and wisely spent time management. Love wakes up in the morning at Five o'clock on the dot; she takes a shower and makes her self breakfast: scrambled eggs with ketchup, a tall glass of orange juice, and toast. She then takes a taxi cab to her work, but stops one or two blocks away from her work place to save money, and to get a little exercise. Rarely did Love arrive to work late and never too early. After work she takes a taxi cab back to her apartment, after walking one or two blocks of course. At home, Love is greeted warmly by her cat everyday. Love has no boyfriend, no husband, and no fiancé; she doesn't keep in touch with her family as much as her parents wish she would, but her parents love Love anyway.
Sometimes Love would carry herself up on to the roof of her apartment building just to watch the stars twinkle and shine, like Love's beautiful eyes. Love had a fascination about these things, so bright and calming like the warm touch of a mother, but completely surrounded by the dark unknown of uncertainty. It isn't just the stars that share those qualities.
It was on this rare occasion that Love was late for work, that as she frantically called for a taxi a sort of gentlemen like man told his taxi cab driver to pull up to her, and so the driver did. The stranger stepped out of the taxi, after paying the driver, and generously gave up his taxi cab to Love. The Two exchanged kind words briefly and the stranger flirtatiously asked Love for her phone number, to which Love replied unmistakably yes. Soon after exchanging words, phone numbers, and forms of transportation Love had arrived at work; Love this time decided for the sake of time that she wouldn't walk the one or two blocks to her work place. At work it was business as usual for Love and she did a good days work, even after considering she had arrived a few minutes late. During her taxi cab ride home, she thought of the handsome stranger who had given up his taxi for her, someone he didn't even know, and how nice the man was. At home she was warmly greeted by her cat, whom Love swooped up in her arms happily. Love is happy.
Later that eventful evening, Love's phone rang out through her cozy apartment. It was the handsome stranger who had sacrificed his taxi for Love earlier that day calling. He spoke and love listened; Love listened to him tell this story of a beautiful woman standing on the curb impatiently signaling for a taxi cab, and he just felt compelled to help that beautiful woman. Love's cheeks blushed slightly at the man's story about that morning. Near to a half hour passed as they talked on the phone together , each of them flirting with one an other beyond what mere strangers do; the man, after mustering up his courage nervously asked Love out on a date, to which she unmistakably replied yes.
~there is more to this story but it would not fit
The moral of this story, if there even is a moral, is:
Love is simple
The only hard thing about love is finding it, realizing you have it, and not ever giving up on it.
~ this was in response of the author comment,"A love story... If anyone has any love stories to tell please comment."
And this is a truley great song.
MarkySpark 
