Love Poem by kyle mccabe

If love was a dream shouldn't it be a perfect one?

If love was a rose it should be made of glass making it even more fragile.

If love had a meaning shouldn't it have its own book defining everything ever felt?

We take advantage of life's simplest things in this case one word.

One word that can cause pain or a lifetime of happiness and joy.

One word that when whispered, no matter what moment, can bring a smile to even the worst times.

One word that when taken advantage of and abused can cause your world to go dark and lonely.

You'd spend nights recovering finding yourself crying till you had no tears but still feeling the pain.

I'm only here to say never give up, the past is the past and love will come again.

Someone will come along and mend your broken heart.