Can it be said
That each lover knows
All about the other?
Can it be said
That a lover is
Half of a whole?
Does love, that ever-elusive emotion
Find itself lost among the tangles of the heart?
I will never know you
Nor you I;
Will I ever love you
Or you I?
Would we know it if we did?
Can we truly feel at all?
Or will we slowly turn to dust
Deceived, thinking that love is real?
Will knowing decide our lives?