Love is...

Love.love.love...
love used to be happiness,
with just one kiss.
love used to be our memories,
just like the roaring seas.
love used to be glee,
it was just you and me.
love used to be us,
with every single touch.
now love is tears,
whenever i think of these years.
love is depression,
when i think of this obsession.
and now i have come to decide,
that LOVE is just suicide...