My Sweetest Mistake Poem by Renssey Heart Vine

Life is so cruel, Life is a fool.
As we learn to love, we also get hurt.
We can be tempered, we can be cool.
It all matters, on the choices we assert.

Our paths meet playfully; in times of misery.
You are there to comfort, in my darkest days.
But we're both hook up; by our own destiny.
And now we are living, by our separate ways.

I know that this is love, the feelings that we have.
I know that it was you, the man in my dreams; I preview.
You may be the best, but we can't take all the risk.
To love is to be hurt, and a real love is to let go.