I was once in love,
With the idea of being in love.
A beautiful thing to any soul,
And then hatred took over my bones.

The idea of love is something
I cannot speak of.
But here I sit saying words that do not grasp.

The way your eyes stare into mine,
How our conversations collide into a beautiful mess of laughter,
Or the way you say my name and I lose all the air in my chest.
Ways I cannot even comprehend in what you do to me.

The idea of being in love is something I cannot speak.
But I have loved before,
In the belief I could never love again.

Then came you.