Penny of Thought

I believe finding love is like finding
The perfect patch of sand on the beach

The area of the beach is so wide endless

From where i am

Along the way of me seeking my patch of sand

I encounter stone, broken shells and

Maybe even garbage which other left behind

but i keep on looking

With the hope that my perfect batch of sand

Will appear in front of me...

Finally, i saw it...

I walk slowly toward it with anticipation and excitment

Closer and closer, i get...

I stood in front of it

Pick it up with my bare hand...

But it keep slipping away through my fingers...

I tried again it slipped away

All of the sudden, i remember i have an empty bottle with me...

I run back to where i begin to get the bottle

Bit by bit, i scoop my perfect patch of sand into the bottle...

Love is like the perfect patch of sand in the beach... You keep looking and looking...You never realised that it is make up of lots of particles and it keep slipping away until you sccop it into the empty bottle and fill it up slowly...When u seal it tightly, it will be there... when u did not, it will still leak from the bottle the bottle is what we call us TRUST