Love is a Lie?

Why all the times the ones we love do not love us in return?
And why can't we love the ones who love us in return?
It always stands so opposite
Sometimes the person we miss so extremely,
Is the one who missed us in the dust left past
And finally when we follow them like their shadow
The light of their eyes is dimmed
And they are too busy to look behind
So wrong the world goes
Not a single thing is possible sometimes
Sitting at the edge of the hell, we feel we can jump to heaven
We catch illusions keeping the feeling we catch the right thing
The brain itself knows
It's wrong, it's so very wrong
But the core so blind, sees the right in that wrong
When the eyes are open
Nothing vicious is visible
But when they blur with tears
The truth dances on cheeks
After the sweet bad weathers
A summer is to come
But the memories in the form of a mirror
Do crack and break till the end
The things we should forget
Are never can be
The things we should not
Are always ready
Life is a wicked, a hideous witchcraft
That I still do not know
What I just gathered in these words...