L-O-V-E

It's there,

But it's not.

It feels so good,

But It hurts.

It's strong,

But it's weak.

It can't die,

But it's already dead.

It feels right,

But it's wrong.

You want it to stay,

But it leaves.

You think that nothing will go wrong,

But it already has.

You found it,

Then lose it.

You've trusted in it for so long,

But it betrays you.

This feeling always comes and goes,

A strong emotion sought by many,

Then later shed a tear.

It is a mear illusion.

It was never there.

It plays you,

It hates you.

Such a painful thing,

If used.

Such a painless thing,

If felt with pure heart.

L-O-V-E