Love.
What an odd thought.
though I may write about it,
and wish for the rest of my days,
I shall never live to see it.
In stories,
someone falls madly in love,
they love like no other.
But,
this is not a story.
This is real life,
where the young would choose
to die,
before learning the true meaning
of love.
Old couples,
how they are blessed.
I envy their love.
Being able to love,
for the rest of their lives,
to live, and die together.
That is what I desire,
unshakable love,
everlasting love,
pure love.
Yet,
my voice is unheard,
my thoughts are silent.
I shall never love.
Because of this,
I shall naver
truly liv