Some refer to love as pure magic.
This invisible hold on your heart,
that mends and burns and quenches.
Some refer to it mindlessly -
others with deep and meticulous thought.
May I dare to say, that it does not exist?
This harmonious bond between two people.
In so many forms, and so many ways,
our idea of love will fall apart.
It is nothing but a symbol, nothing but a great hope,
nothing but a promise, nothing but a commitment,
nothing but a feeling, nothing but a word.
And without it, where would you be?
Without it, who would you have?
You.
So if this thing called love did exist,
who decides what it means?
An individual, or the collective?
Or you?
So the definition of two people,
bonded by the soul, by the heart, by the body, by the mind -
is defined by one.
And we wonder why it doesn't last.