This is just an imaginary poem . In my real Life I never believe in love, Becoz I think love is the end of ones life.
What is it with Love
That makes me
then breaks me?
When in love
Do I truly love?
Is it really love
Or do I think that I love?
Maybe I just love being in love
Or love the idea of being in love?
I spent my whole Life chasing love.
In the end the one thing I truly love
Could just be the meir pursuit of love.