Some say love is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed.                                                                                       I say love is a path we choose, that often does mislead.                                                                                    Some say love is a river that leaves your soul to die.                                                                                             I say love is a choice that often makes us cry.                                                                                                    Some say love is a hunger that leaves your soul wanting more.                                                                           I say love is a thing that often feels like a chore.                                                                                                   Some say love is a laughter that leaves your soul to smile.                                                                                   I say love is a burden that often isn’t worthwhile.                                                                                         Some say love is an ending that leaves your soul with one.                                                                                  I say love it is a passage that’s often left undone.