The Truth of Love

The truth of love is quite simple.
It's a court jester that plays with heart strings.
He dances and prances upon the fragile threads,
knowing something would have to give.

The truth of love is really complex,
some say it lasts forever,
while others say it never exists.
One can never be to sure about "love".

The Truth of love is not only just one answer.
Thinkers say its just not a real thing.
Romantics say it is what makes the world go round.
Scientist say we need it to survive.

My truth for love is simple,
it does not exist.
I lied...
Once it did.

Love had given me a chance to experience it,
It was a wonderful feeling, something words cannot explain.
The person you are with is the one and only,
They are to be yours and yours alone.

It was taken from me many years ago unforunately.
The court jester danced on that one wrong string.
Years of heartache were to come, even now i tihnk about it.
I still don't get it or how it ended in a bad way.

The truth of love is quite simple.
It's a court jester that plays with heart strings.
He dances and prances upon the fragile threads,
knowing something would have to give.

Some peoples' court jester never hit that string,
some jesters hit it many years later.
Some, like me, lost what the loved and never dive in again.
Most say the string never breaks, my strings were defective, mine did.