Is love alive?

I can't find the words to write on this page
It's messed up and mixed up and my head is sore
when casual relations are all the rage
but our heart become a picture of gore

I feel the butterflies, the heart strings strain
Our love is dying to burst into bloom
All the once sparkled appears now as plain
Slowly our world becomes a boxed room

The past is making me lose my control
I'm sorry if I don't make any sense
a little confused on what is my role
watch this ending in a pose that is tense

show me a clear way, find the right thing to say
oh how I strive when love is alive