Love is the only thing that we can't live without, same as pain.

It stays with you even when you want it to go away.

It stings, oh sweet honey tipped arrows that pierce my heart

every time I feel the never ending drum in my chest want to feel more.

That skip, that leap into the air when it feels that wonderful pain.

Lost and delusional hurt that encases us in a gilded pleasure,

something so wonderful yet nasty.

Bitter sweet poison that once it's in your system...you can't get enough.

A drug, an addiction trying to find the perfect match for your specific pitiful needs.

Weak minded creatures we are, thinking there is a treasure at the end of the journey,

guarded by monsters named pain, heartbreak and regret.

But we are fools, fools in love with the idea of love.

Something so wonderful, something harder to find that a diamond,

harder to break and harder to make it shine perfectly...that is love...