Is love just poetry? nothing but a dream, one mind’s twisted delusion nothing but the oldest life’s illusion. I heard that love is in my heart, cut me open all you will see is blood and tissues, is love the issue behind every heartbreak and behind every tear? Or is love the solution to take away the fear; fear of growing old, alone and depressed. Well it depends on the time, today we might love and in the end, we might cry, but the pain is worth it, Better to have loved and lost than to never have loved again.