The Love that Never Was

Love is a wondrous feeling,
Once you feel it,
Once you are into it,
Once you experience it.
Your spirit is in cloud nine,
Your heart beats a thousand times,
Your body is electrecouted by an unknown electrical current,
Your face blooms with a flower hath for dew.
But love is not always a happy thing.
Storms come and ravish the clouds.
Winds stops the beating of the heart.
Thunder switches of the electrical current.
Rain wilts the newly-bloomed flower.
Thus the wondrous feeling,
Turns into tumultuous pain.
Tears flow,
While contemplating of
The love that never was.