Love is chocolates and flowers.

True love is roses, compromise and forgiveness.

It is like the 'Q' tiled letter on a game of scrabble,

It's rare but the most valuable.

Love is simple. It flows, has pretence, is naive, sometimes one sided.

Early stages give a perfectly clear picture of heaven,

With its unbelievable rewards.

But when its shallow self begins to fall in deep,

Like the brain develops a tumor.

Distrust becomes a symptom of uncontrolled cell division to the brain,

Infuriated by the little lies told each day

Lies, one after the other, pulled in by a heavy magnetic force to love's membrane.

A tumor of lies, secrets and dishonesty.

Love flees from this dire,

But true love forgives and at the drop of a hat, incurs massive debt,

In search for Chemo.

Who burns out all hypocrisy and secrets.

He isn't friendly, no! But trust and strong bonds are restored in it's last straw.

True love exits, just not for everyone.