Love* is in the air, they say.
Is that really true or a made up fairy fuse?
I cannot see it, nor can I feel the ray.
It isn’t an easy way to choose.

Do I believe, or do I deny its existence.
The truth is not in front of me,
For I do not know where to trace
My beloved soul to find the long lost key.

I have never loved like the kind of love,
One can find in a romantic film on a Friday night.
So how can I believe in an empty glove?
Where is the reality in this flight of right?

I am horrified to know what it really feels like.
The thought of relying on another for happiness,
Gives me the chills up on the ****.
Dependency is what I fear, just like the madness.

Not to mention the utter heartbreak,
Most humans seem to endure.
I do not wish to become a salted lake,
Trying to find a very rare cure.

What shall I do in this time of day?
How can I believe in love?
When I am too fearful to become gray.
Maybe some day I will find my dove,
Or perhaps, I will simply fade away.