Love is delicate and pure, love is straight and cure. We fall for delicate faces, paces like races so fast, different places. Caught by something pure, her smile is agile yet guile, pure enough to take me to the aisle. She was love, and thus she WAS pure and delicate.

but behind those smile is something dangerous, lies and secrets that she despise, words and feelings that she denies.

But still, her love brought me straight to heaven, even if its uneven, leaning to something i thought was unending. She sure was a cure to pain, love i gained, heart was slain.