How would we ever know?

We all need support.
We all crave for true love.
A never ending sentimental feeling of affection,
Is a dream come true to all of us.

Is it me?
Is it me?
Only. Maybe...

Drinking at night, watching the waves meet the sand,
Spilling out the warm fluid that fills my heart.
I whisper the words of thought and feelings.
Hoping the get the reaction that would turn my life into a surreal dream.

I don't understand what love is.
I don't understand why I end up thinking and dreaming of you,
Why I end up suffocating with every thought of losing you.
Why your touch and presence brings so much calm,
To this hopeless pessimist.
If this isn't love, what is it?

Is love faith or a beautiful fortuitous accident.
Would it ever be what one has expected?
Would it be for the better or worse?
Would it be at all?
Would we know if it's true or false?

Love exists.
We deny the fact it changes.
We say its all wrong, a lie, a myth.
That it's something we can only see in movies; in make believe love stories,
But love lives