I've never seen Love so close before. Until I did. Love is beautiful, she is strong too. Love carries the world almost all by herself. I always admired her from afar, i've seen her in the TV's or on the radio. Love seems like she can concure anything and everything. I've seen Love in coffee shops, or walking the dim lighted streets. Again I always admired her, I was so scared to meet her. Until I did. I wondered what I ever found so scary about meeting her. She was sweet, kind. She took my hair and brushed it behind my ears so I could see everything clearly with my own two eyes, in front of me and not through someone else. She took my hand and walked me through the dim lighted streets herself. Love took my feet and gave me the will to drive down a open road with all windows down on a cold winter day screaming music about her, as she filled me up with her. Love was so pretty. Everything i'd seen in the coffee shops or tv screens. Until it wasn't. Love didn't tell me that no matter how much she pours into you doesn't mean she's filling both of the cups. Love didn't tell me that the coffee shops were simply just that. Two people in coffee shops, that behind closed doors alone longed to be without eachother. Love didn't tell me she was evil, I had to find that out alone. Find out all alone that the same open road with the windows down on the cold winter day sreaming music about her, would soon become the longest road that i'd ever had to drive down. Love didn't tell me that she would leave me cold at night, not just because it is now just me to keep myself warm. But cold because I was poured into until i was drowning, and they were poured until they were just full enough to find a different coffee shop with someone else and meet Love somewhere else. Love didn't tell me that once she gives you too much, that she'll never return because there is no longer room for her. So what happens when she leaves, where does she go? I can't seem to find her anymore, not on the TVs or on the radio, not in the coffee shops or dim lighted streets and not in the mirror. Have you seen her? Her names Love. I think I might of dreamt of her.