as every great writer once said, love has no meaning until you've experienced the mortal pain of being hurt and cushed by something you once thought was love. Witnessing a beauty right before your eyes, stare right down on you, and stab you. Mortal madness runs through the core of your heat. Death yet has a meaning to let you embrace it. Yes, i said to myself. As i fell in the darkest place in my heart, i began to smell the familiar and, yet, unknown scent. It was like the smell of everything at once. i got curious I tuned behind and "she" was there. sweet, sweet, smell of healthy mother nature she yelled not to jump That sweet smell, that erotic aroma. i asked "her" name. "Love" love, love love, "Why have you come to save me love" she smiled like sunshine in the sky. "No one should be left out, dont you think" Love is mysterious, complicated even discouraging. one thing ive come to understand is that Love forgets no one. Patience and love will find you. no matter where and who you are.