the struggle of what we call love

he loved her
just like she loved him.
but their sight was hidden by a blur,
a blur whose expression was ever so grim.

fear.
fear was the reason they kept separate all this time.
maybe if it had gone away,
their want and desire for each other would surge
and flourish like flowers do under the scorching but cozy sun.

but it was hard.
it was hard because... fear... fear is strong,
fear is a weapon that people try to impinge on us.
don't we all agree on this?
i guess there's no need for all this fuss.

she loved him
just like he loved her.
but that wasn't enough.

it was rough to go through all that stuff no matter how tough the two of them were.

or their love.

love's strong.
love's powerful.
but love's also tenuous and fragile.
it's tremulous and generous.
so generous that you can't give too much of it
or it will break.. and scatter.

but that's not the point.

love's strong.
but it isn't unbeatable.
it always needs a little push
in order to come to the top, to show itself,
to show its true colours,
its bravery,
its excellence.

but neither her nor him were able to find this little glimpse of light,
therefore their love ended up dead, succumbing to the cold and treacherous night.

their love didn't even have a chance,
not even one.
all they needed was successful try,
but what they got instead was their hearts dry.
and empty.
and dark.
and destroyed.

.....................................................................

this was the love story of two young souls in love,
it's a pity their hearts weren't able to set themselves free,
to fly, just like a dove.

they tried and cried, all they really needed was a stupid guide.