Love will hit you in the face like a rocket hitting the outer layer of space.  Love walks around sharing something two people desire most.  Love laughs but later lies about unnecessary things when it is better to tell the truth.  Love’s soft touch creeps upon people. Love is insane.  It is as sharp as freshly-broken glass or as soft as a pillow of clouds in the night-time sky.  Love hurts and wants to fly out and be free, but it can’t because it is just a word.