The parts of love.

The day where dreams can collide with the hatred of the man , is when love can be the paradise of those who cease to stand. where the wind will no longer be just air .But yet becomes a sweet song and course of life. when a run becomes a jog for you  ,because time slows down . Is how you  really know when love is around. when the birds don’t just fly ,but flutter in the air . That’s how you know your love one is there ,but yet in the end. When troubles come to part and a new day starts. Is where our future will begin.