Is love that thing which gives you life,
That demolishes strife,
And just springs up overnight?
Does love overcome every rough situation,
Brighten all occasions,
Or is that simply infatuation?
Can true love really survive,
Overcome all lies,
A thing which never dies?
Could love just be imaginary?
Just an idea to bring about harmony?
A feeling like that would be amazing
But what if love was never meant for me?