Love is a beautiful thing.
Love is compassionate, love is forgiving,
Love is unpredictable.
Then again, so is pain.
Pain is harsh, pain is cruel,
Pain is unpredictable.
Pain and love go hand and hand,
But love is deceiving.
Love comes in masked as a lovely odor.
It smells like a cool breeze sometimes,
At other times cheap candles and rose petals,
And at other times asphalt.
Love, however, leaves just as soon as it comes.
Love will knock on your door, and you will embrace it will arms wide open.
You don't know why you do, but you do.
Love nurtures you, and comforts you,
And makes you feel special.
But love is selfish.
Love will leave.
And when love leaves pain will come up right behind you,
Pick you up off the ground,
Clean up your mess,
Help you to your bed,
And let you cry.
Pain doesn't embrace you.
Pain surely does not love you.
But pain will listen to you.
And once pain slowly makes its way towards your door,
On a warm sunny day,
You won't even notice it's departure.
You'll get out of bed,
Look outside,
And feel that cool breeze once again.