What is love, be it a cruel faith that will be ended by the grim reaperâ??s swift hands
What is love, but yet another time in which to celebrate a time that our heart acheâ??s with glory,
What is love that we celebrate our affairs like bitter parts of a festival trudging, along an aisle and pronounce our symbolic love for one another,
What is love if we are depriving ourselves from ever living a life that is solitude,
O tell me cruel faith is this another task in which humanity shall not prevail
What is my love? You ask
Or do you ask what is my meaning of the word love?
For to me love is but a cruel essence in which I do not care to take part it is just another term which I refuse to understand example â?? Cupidâ??s target is my heart and you are the arrow that will pierce to see my inner beauties.â?? for in all of the worlds splendour splendorl a man use his heart as a target
What is my love it is something locked in a thousand chests guarded by fifty dragons and sheltered by my body,
Fear not this does not mean that I will never love just that my love is heavily guarded
