Happily Never After

Love.
Love is an erge you feel when there is nothing left to be said.
Loice is that speck of light,
when your blinded,
at the end of a
long,
dark tunnel.
You fell there is no other way out.
Love is a specific
want
of the heart.
That ends in tradgedy.
I'm not sleeping beauty
and there is no prince charming.