She loves, that's all she is able to.

She loves hard and helplessly,
The kind who believes in the fairytale kind of endings;
Hearing the wedding bells and happily ever after stuff.

She loves being in love;
with the whole wooing; serenading; love songs; the flowers; the sensual lifts; butterflies in the stomach kind of...
often being mocked for her ridiculous expectations and termed as childish.

Each ending announces its own storms wrecking her.
But somehow, each ending flourishes her.
And she splahes in her own joys and tears endless seasons.

And...