Do you believe in love?
It is the many things
That you wished you had,
But never dared to grasp.
It is regret.
As well as sorrow.
And joy.
It is artificial.
It is man-made.
Did God create my love for you?
Or did I lie to myself constantly?
I love you.
I need you.
I can't live without you.
I reckon they're all lies.