Melovia

Melovia

The sweetest flower can have the most bitter taste.

A love that has no depth or connection of emotion can be called love if that one is foolish enough to trick themselves in to such a grand illusion.

The visions of a lady like that of a beautiful portrait of a century gone by.

Time itself has no elegance for it has a tendency to corrupt what was once beautiful.

But I say this, none can corrupt a love of purity except the hurt that it can produce.

To tell a flame such as that to extinguish itself is pointless if the flame is already dwindling.

Though the operator of ones love will tell you different.

The heart is not as fragile as once believed but it can break.

The endurance of the ability to feel such a high or ecstasy is guaranteed to compare to its crash or failure.

Yet there are those that do not crash, ones that do not burn out, ones that can last to the end.

Though rare they do exist, there is true love and it dos thrive.

However hard it may be to find, we will all if only for a second, experience what we think or is true, pure uncorrupted love.