True Love

 

In the inside of my heart,I heard how much I really, really love you ..
whatever, but when the heart verses written,your name to be the end ..

poems that portray how beautiful love is just the beginning ..
no matter the sharp sword piercing the heart, love is still love ..
no matter a thousand words to say you're a dead hand of love, love is still in love again ..
plain how it all ..
just a feeling and taste ..
between two human beings who love each other ..
but how, when the liver is the wrong way ..
away ..
had to step away and take their love ..
and hurt when all too late ..
he exists, when these tears wet the heart ..
he was there, when you need even if it is only limited to asking "Will I be happy?" ..
he was, when you were happy, although not with him ..
he exists, when you fell in love the wrong choice because ..
love is not so mysterious?