What Is Really Love? Poem by Aerin Andre

What is really love?
Is it waking up with a beautiful woman you’ve only had only had the pleasure of meeting once.
Is it marry your adolescent high school sweet heart, and twenty years of your life flutter away.
While you turn disastrous, angry, and a separation is evident.
Love may as well be a myth through no evidence of a day to day frequency.
Relationships crumble because ignorance set in.
Why does ever youth want a white castle with flowing carnations and a handsome fellow on a white steed.
Decisions on my pessimism will obviously occur, but in truth through the hands passing by ever so rapidly, how many of those lost to us despise their betrothed?
Love definitely exist but it is not a feeling or emotion that is summoned at any beck and call.
Love is a skill and will be granted to those whom have traversed the obvious difficulties.
Are you bound by fate to one unlucky bond or has destiny distinguished a set of paths while each one has a different bearing.
Does love exist stereotypically?
Can I ever follow the bitter line set by a tattered hooligan?
Do I have the ability to love some one kindheartedly?
Can I love the leaf with its broken edge and center slowly crusting over?
I do not believe in a single bound and neither can I follow of design the happily ever after.
My foreshadowing begins with a line of slight change in the movement of my hearts desire and when my insecurity allows me to love someone with wearing the black mask that follows me ever so softly my choice will rise from this murky rain of innocence that has occurred.