You never knew what love was,
Although you thought you knew.
You tortured yourself, denying yourself,
believing that what you had was enough.
Over and over you stumbled,
Just to pick yourself up again.
You never understood those who grieved,
despaired for a 'love' lost.
Then you found it, a life with love,
and you realized the truth.
Love is a blessing given to nonbelievers,
which can turn even the stubbornest hearts.
Love is a crystal ball of fortune,
telling a future of undeniable desire.
Love is the meaning of life,
That can be hidden for many a lifetime.
Now you see that life was an illusion,
a pleasant dream before awakening.
Now true life begins.
So dear self, look in to a mirror,
there you'll find the most beautiful sight.
It's you, in love.