Something About Love

Love
I slept with pain drenched in it.
Caressed me silently I thought it's it.
I loved sadness, when I bleed.
Bleed the love, I thought I had.

Love
I've felt it once or maybe twice.
It's nothing much, but it was nice.
Simply strange butterflies.
The kind that flatter by.
Love
Is the beauty in the chase.
Love
Is the beauty in saving Grace.

Once you catch up to love.
It's more about commitment and drive.
That's how I lost love.
I found it before I knew this.

Love
I hate that you carve.
Thoughts of you and I.
Fading in a blissful memory.