Chasing Love.

So what is it that makes the world chase after love. Love of another person I mean. The "I'm in love with you" and not the "I love you" kind of love. Personally I don't see what the fuss is all about. Yes, I've been in love. Yes, I'm sure it was love. Yes, I got heartbroken. No, that's not why I'm writing this. Anyway it was a long time ago. But I have to be honest and admit that I remember what it was like being in love. The only time. I'm not modest, people say I love you more often than not. But people, they're fickle. So is their love. They love you today. They might not love you tomorrow. That's alright though, it's hard to blame them, they have six billion choices.

I somewhat went off tangent, my bad, I love reflecting, anyway getting back to what I was saying. So why do they chase after love. I don't include myself in this pack or horde or crowd or group or mob or troop or herd or band or flock of love chasing desperado's. Why should I. Somehow people have this misconception that once they fall in love, that's it, that's the end all and be all, everything's great, the whole kit and caboodle, the whole shebang, we're done. But someone who's actually fallen in love knows better.

It's impossible to love one person. Or two. Or three. I mean I'm talking about time here, not quantity. It's impossible to love the same person for a long stretch of time. Sure people stay together. But who says it's out of love? Me on the other hand says it's not. I'll give you the reasons why people stay together, for a longish period of time, never a long time. The results are from a very secret study conducted in my head so they need to be kept hidden. People stay together for the lack of a better option, for the fear of the future, for the fear of being alone, for the convenience of having someone around, for the company, for the moneeeeeyyyyy, for the status, for the conversation and last but not least, for the sex. I think I forgot to mention love. NOT.

Seriously I'm not doing this out of a personal affront, injury or insult. I don't know why whenever I write anything it's assumed it must have happened to me. If I write a sad poem it's because someone left me. It could be that I'm only good at writing sad whatever's you know. There's a thought. The sole reason why I'm doing this is that everyone needs to know the truth about love. It's not what you listen in the songs and see in the movies. This is what it is. If it happens enjoy it, fickle people.

You and I.

Someone similar, you and I are,
The easiest to love, the easiest by far.

I do have to dream, at times even pretend,
Tell myself tales but here they must end.

I miss those days when my life was at shore,
Struggling without you, nothing’s the same anymore.

Now you don't ask nor do you come,
What was my life, what has it become.

Neither my want nor wish can help my cause,
It’ll take more than them all to even glimpse at what was.

For the love I hide and the feelings I mask,
Be it for their sake, heed what I must ask.

Love me less, but love me a long time.

Love.

"If the stars were to shine for us, the sky would be too bright.
If the dark were to stay for us, it would be eternal night.

If the forests were to burn for us, man would not know trees.
If the world would just accept us, we could do as we please.

If the earth were to turn for us, our days would end in minutes.
If fertility were to learn from us, the world would be of triplets.

If hearts were to break for us, love would only ever increase.
If mountains were to rise for us, man would be at peace.

If birds were to be like us, there would never have been a cage.
If only time would stop for us, so we could never age.

If rain were to fall for us, the skies would still be blue.
If ever we do fall in love, this would all be true."