I speak no riddle and play no game when I say I call the bluff
For I found on this very ground that love is packaged fluff
That no word nor heart goes into even the deepest midnight kiss
And so I declare in this lifetime that love does no exist

Before you ask me who I am to make such accusations
Or what must have occurred in heart or mind to scream such allegations
I am the fool thats folly lies in hopes of something more
As he found himself abandoned in his own heart's heavy doors

There is no happy ending to the twisted words I speak
No comfort or nighttime companion to banish such thoughts with a kiss on the cheek
Only a wishing and a mourning for all the wasted time
Where I searched for such a treasure that could never truly be mine

Or...

Could it be that love to me is only a distant stranger
That love is not extinct, but just simply endangered
Is it possible that love exists and strives to keep alive
The only thing driving it and us being the simple will to survive

I look to you, dear reader, and ask to look within yourself
To see within you lies something that can be found in no one else
And that every brute, every break, and every burn leads to a love forever more
Would such a treasure, so coveted, be worth fighting for

And so with each side made and each argument formed, I retire into myself
Picking up both my pen and my heart from the dusty shelf
For the answer I've looked for tonight is in both heart and mind combined
That love in all its wonder is out there, but a challenge to find