Why is Love so hard?
And always so new?
We love many,
But cherish few.
Those we love
We sometimes forget are there.
Those we cherish
We weep for in despair.
Why is it to love is so strange?
We hide from it
And the way it brings change?
Those we truly love,
We fear we can’t.
Those we cherish and wish to hold dear
We know we shan’t.
Why is true love so hard to recognize
Until too late?
We think we love this one
But we really do cherish.
We wish to cherish that one
But truly it is love.
What is truly the difference?
And can we ever really know the truth?