What is love?
It is two people wrapped
in an envelope.

It is a connection created
between two people.

Or is it a fragile thread?
Woven from hopes, then torn and bleeding.

A whispered dream or a silent sigh.

It blooms in hearts, but fades too soon,
like the sun setting on an empty moon.
A touch, a kiss, a promise made,
gently fades away.

What is love but a fragile lie,
a reason to laugh, a reason to cry?

A true love is not
a dream but neither is it
a nightmare.

It's not laughing,
it's crying,
it's simply loving.

But it calls us and then leaves us cold. How can I not cry? My heart is broken beyond...