Love hit me completely unexpected.
Tried it's best to convince me of it's authenticity and purity.
I kept doubting it, doubting myself.
Until one day, I felt it, like a warm and comfortable blanket it had grabbed a hold of me.
And as I stumbled out the words, love flew away....just like that.
Reality had crept in and strangled it's enthusiasm, leaving behind only but a sense of tragic loss....
All my desperate attempts to revive and rekindle it seem useless and in vain.
My heart aches more than words can say, and still I wonder must I really walk away.
Why aren't my feet moving ? Why is there still a wish of hope ?
Why complicate a future with all that was in the past.....
I can only pray that what is sometimes lost, is sometimes found again.
What a bliss it is to feel, that warm and fuzzy feeling called: LOVE.
Any day, and everyday, I will welcome it back, yet always with that fear that it may just like that, again, disappear....