Dear Love,
Dear Love,
Hi, I think we met a few times before.
You're so very confusing and take many different forms.
Regardless of our acquaintanceship your still a bit foriegn.
I met you again last year, you were in one of your nicest forms.
You wore black pants and a black shirt.
You were tall, goofy, had curly hair, and were very warm.
You left me though, while I was in a vunerable state.
Soon I met a new friend, who's name is Hate.
Your so sweet and I miss your taste.
My heart skipped a beat on our first date.
The first time you kissed me was in the rain.
It was soft and a quick peck that left me in pain.
The tears I shed for you are produced from the very same rain.
I have a single question for you,
Dear love,
What's your real name?