True Love.
I used to believe in it.
I would dream of the moment I would find it
But that moment never came.
Love, I have never felt.
But I know it is there.
And it is cruel.

Love ends in heartache
Love ends in the separation of friends.
Why is love so important to us?
Why is it important enough to die for,
To sacrifice all for,
To break, over and over for
But then I realized,
We have corrupted love.
Love should be patient, kind, and never-ending.
But for us, Love did die
Love was broken
Love was beaten
Love died, for me
For me, the one who spat on Love.
The one who raged against Love,
While drowning in my own wickedness
I nailed Love to a cross.
I killed Love.
And Love rose, for me.
The one who murdered Him.
So I don't need to despair.
True Love isn't something I earn or acquire.
True Love acquired me.
True Love found me in darkness.
True Love abides in me.
And I will never be alone.