They knew it might one day arrive...
They thought they could survive...
The cost of time to try and revive.

Promises come undone and broken...
Things that should of been said are unspoken...
Everything starts to drift in a matter of when.

They are lovers problematical...
That form a sort of chemical...
That just becomes very ironical.

It's the wait of hearing a ringing phone...
It's finding yourself cold and all alone...
It's knowing you lost all you ever did own.

It's the adventure of what's not logical...
Becomes dark when it once was magical...
Slowly the pain becomes even more fatal.

It's a poison with no antidote...
It's forgetting the meaning to his note...
It's not remembering everything she wrote.

It's the sadness...
That turns to blindness...
Then causes a world of madness.

They both thought it was best...
Because they didn't understand the test...
So they both simply just went on and left.

Some loves are increasingly strange...
That they really do lose everything in range...
Just cause they don't know how to change.

Some seem to be so sinister...
While others never end in a disaster...
And others are perfectly mastered.

There are those that make you laugh...
Also some that deeply cut you fully in half...
And those that can't be measured on any graph.

There are those that are furious...
Those that become totally serious...
Just like others that are so spontaneous.

There are those that are like an animal...
Those that prefer to love the very minimal...
And even those that aren't at all original.

They are just love that come in different size...
In different numbers for those that are wise...
Or sometimes come in as a full natural surprise.

They ask so many questions...
Not answering is their very intentions...
As you surviving is their only expectations.

Some ask if are you really sure...
Or if the truth is rich or poor...
Is this all real or just pleasure.

How many times his words you did heed?..
How many times her letters did you read?..
When considered invincible, you begin to bleed.

They are lovers problematical...
Captivating and yet so critical...
That has the power to transform a hero or a criminal.

God, they are just loves so insanely weird...
So immensely wanted but actually feared...
For It's a one hit kill if it some how disappeared.

Every love has a hidden mystery...
Every love has a hidden history...
Every single love has a responsibility.

They are loves very fragile...
There are loves strong and versatile...
There are forever or gone in a second of a while.

It becomes your obsession or your prison...
Becomes your tiny shelter or your garrison...
Or becomes your art or your composition.

They are stories which are forever told...
No mater at all how new or how old...
Legends of the weak and the bold.

Remember those lovers problematical...
Some are too weak for it and become fanatical...
Others too wise and play it in terms that are mathematical.

I'm sorry if my poem brings you confusion...
But this is only a vision to my illustration...
My wins and lost caught in a single frustration...
That in turn becomes my pen's manipulation...
To write these words you read while using your imagination...
This poem is coming out so well cause of my concentration...
In hopes that you understand the true point and foundation...
That will lead you to the right way of perfect direction...
So now I leave you with the next and final notation...
I am only human like the rest of the world's population.