I know nothing of love
   Of its winding roads
   Or of its unpaved streets  

    Or of its phoenix like qualities
   That proves love can grow
    From the ashes of a broken heart

   Love can be stagnant
   Bitter and cold
   Echoes of a  silent stand still    

But as cruel as it can get
Is it still love?
Or is it lost infatuation

Love is unexplainable
The things it makes you do
The people it changes

The way it makes you want to stop
your own hearts rhythm
When it hurts more then pain itself

The way you have never before experienced happiness
Or comfortability. The feeling of secure vunerableness.

I know ive felt it before.
On two different levels
With two different causes and two different effects

I know nothing of love
The way it dies
The way it grows