Why is the concept of love,
Such a complicated puzzle?
Is it just,
Trust and respect,
Between two people,
Or is it,
Supposed to be,
A crackling chemistry,
Passionate feelings,
For someone in your heart?
Is it lust,
Which inches you closer?
Or is it,
The guardian angels,
Which linger you,
To go away farther?
Is it acceptable,
To be there just for yourself?
Is it acceptable,
To go away from their’s self?
Is it okay,
To run away from,
Those entangling feelings,
Which lead to a mess,
Of the heart strings,
And leave the soul,
Shambled,
In pure agony?
Why is the concept of love,
Such a distorted harmony?