Love can be impratical, irrational, random, crazy, idealistic, surreal
Leading to hurt, pain, tears, mistrust, jealousy and often times inevitable heartbreak
Who will save me from love?
Who will pick me up after all is said and done and love fails me?
Love flees and loses me
After I looked up and down the earth for it
Who will comfort me when that person I equate to love no longer desires to love me?
Ah ha my ephiphany comes to me
It tells me love is love
It goes beyond feelings one has for you
No one delivers it to you
Nor is it searched for
Love exists within me
I am that of what I search for
You would compliment my love
