Love? Some say that love is a razor that will leave blood on your soul. Some say that love is a hunger for endless need. Some say that love is like chaff blown by the wind in a field. Some say that love is endless sorrow under the sun. But I covered my ears with them. Because in cowardice I see what they say. It is fearful heart that does not resist so fails. This is the dream of waking up that would rather turn a blind eye than face the pain. Afraid...