Is Love

Stone cold in the cave of one's mind
Burrowing through the chambers of desire
Fear ceases to exist when one dies
Marching to find the reason of life

Is love there for the masses
Is love true with feeling
Only the heart can find the light
Bound to the spikes of pain

Heartache to heartache one stands
Winding like a string it cuts loose
Desire is not the beginning as it is not the end
Love and pain battle within lovers

Is love for the ones who search for it
Is love truly in existence or is it in hiding
For the ones who desire it it must come
Lovers just fucked themselves over

Masking the silk love that burns
Accented by the amour that is masqueraded
Over and over again
Love keeps on hitting and it pains higher

Is love a part of human nature
Is love a mess that should be gilded
Celebrate the pain with desire
No such thing to find what you want