Impossible, it is
To even consider love
The thought, the heart
Does it really exist
Or is it fiction
A word for fairy tale and books alike
For miserable poems that draw me with delight
Can thy truly say love
Are you for sure
How do you know what you feel
Have you felt it before
I surely doubt that they love
In fact, they just love the idea
To desire, the lust, the passion, you must
Anyone would fall for the thought
That love can be taught
It is stupid quite
That I always fight
Telling all my radical beliefs
That they never truly loved me
To be in love is different
To say I love can stand for a lot
No passion, no lust just caring is enough
Impossible, it is
To convince me of this
That your in love with me
Not realistic