Love.

Love remembers, so they say
Love keeps no record of wrong
Love's patient
Love's kind
Love doesn't hurt
Love comforts, love reassures
All the amazing things that love can do
It sounds real, a true belief
One that doesn't leave room for doubts
It is whole , it is the fuel of everything

Heartbreak tales depict otherwise
That with the glamour and assurances, there lies hurt and pain
That what seems beautiful always can sometimes be scary
And that's the tragedy, that's the mystery
One that we seek answers about, endlessly

No pain compares to that of a breaking heart
I say breaking 'cause it's continuous , it doesnt stop
It shatters you daily, it breaks you completely
It mothers depression and sadness
It brews all the anger and pain and regrets
Elicits mixed feelings and creates a complete confusion
It leaves you hopeless, radarless and with no focus
It takes away your living self, and  gives you a log- like one
Where nothing interests , nothing amuses
Where you can't keep the faith, you lose everything
Your mind wonders during the day and the night alike
You forget about your dreams, what for anyway?


I still don't know how the most beautiful thing could be this scary too
And it is sad that the human mind , just the same way it seeks answers about life
Spends time trying to figure out the essence of love
Something that's  just a part of life, but bigger than life itself

Maybe we should just stick to the illusion anyway
That the same love will take us somewhere good , away
After the hurt and the pain, we shall live having loved
We shall be grateful that we experienced the highs and the lows of it
And we became strong 'cause we loved and lived
We recollected  the pieces , put them together and started all over again
'Blossomed and became anew, and experienced
That we could bravely follow our hearts and maybe love again, so powerfully, so beautifully
It is what it is , it is Love



-jayword