Love?

Love, a superficial word.
One that seems to have meaning,
One that is so deceiving.
The heart beats well,
as the mortal human dwells.
Upon the chance that one day,
he or she will fall into dismay.
Of lust and passion,
in an obscene heavenly action.

You wish to be held,
to feel secure.
Is that not what we all wish for?
The dream of honest love or the pitiful vision of what love is.
When in fact love is nothing more then an imaginary feeling.
It is no more then hate except less existent.
Hatred will always be here but where shall love be when you need it most?