In my long life 
I have finally realized
That love true love
Is both lethal and
Painful but isn’t everything
That will change you
We don’t know if
Trees cry in fall
Because all we hear
Are our own exclamations
But imagine losing the
Very thing that defines
Who you ever were
Love is like that
And losing it if
You ever do is
Exactly perfectly like that
For in order to
Fall you must fall
Head over heels and
Flat on your face