I though I knew Love.
The way one knows their oldest friend,
Far better than they know themselves.
Love, all roses and dramatic declarations.
Love the knight in shining armour,
The arouser of underlying strength.
Love the warmest embrace on the coldest day
When the bitter chill can't die down the flames,
Or cool the burning blush.

Love, walking barefoot across the city,
Carrying your heels,
To save your broken feet.
Love, flying thousands of miles
So that you don't have to face the tears without me.

Love, the sounds of Puccini
Filling the world with just one kiss.
Love, the small favours and the grand gestures.
Love.

I thought I knew Love.
As vital to me as the moon to the earth.
But yet here I stand, alone.
Injured, weak.
Love my Delilah,
I was your Samson,
Now I sit among the braids you cut from me,
Among the life you stole from me.
Love I never knew you at all.
For who could hope to understand,
The chaos of a woman's heart,
And the destruction of an ill chosen
Love