We are only young and suffering.
Love is not love where we are and pain is just the same.
We think we know pain but we have not felt war, we have not seen our children die.
We think we are in love but we have not shared near enough embraces to call it love and we have not seen near enough heartbreak to know real love.
We are weak and needy and we call out for love and all we want is to feel like something.
We are lonely and cold and want someone to warm our souls.
We are small and afraid and want someone to step out into the world with.
We are not in love, we are not loving. This isn't love, it's desperation.
We wait all our lives to feel loved and even when we find it we sometimes loose ourselves.
Do you really believe because he kissed your hand, you are in love?
Do you really believe because he told you that you are the love of his life, you are in love?
Do you really believe that in a world full of war and hatred that you can find love that easy?
Think again.
