Many would spew their syrupy flair, exclaiming that true love exists everywhere, Yet, it is only in the minds of those who perpetuate fairytales, Because love hurts causing its victims to grow weary and pale, love at its best may be compared to fair summer days but it has some peculiar ways, It is unpredictable to a fault, it makes the heart feel heavier than a vault, no one really understands its reasons, it just exists...... Fiddling with unsuspecting believers.