We believe in it
Except those who have never felt it.
We cherish it
Except for those who have seen the truth behind it.
We have faith in it
Except for those who have been let down by it.
Love.
Pain, anger, compassion, equality.
All emotions felt by those who love.
Can we really trust it?
Can we trust what destroys us,
What harms us,
What we want and need, but rarely get?
How can we trust something
We can't explain
We can't hold in our hands
We can't define
We don't even know where it comes from.
But why do we cherish it?
Why do we believe in it?
Why do we have faith in it?
Because what else can we do?
We can live alone, or we can hope for the future.
We can be faithful to ourselves alone, or we can have faith in the unknown
But seriously,
What is love?
Can we trust it?
Can we believe in it?
Does it exist?
Love.
We believe in it
Except for those who have never felt it.
We cherish it
Except for those who have seen the truth behind it.
We have faith in it
Except for those who have been let down by it.
