If I only ever had but one thing to do it would be to love for all else is but folly meant to amuse and distract. But love, whatever brand or style constantly reminds me of who I am, never for me but always for others.

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