stupidity of love

when we loved truly, we tend to hang on;
even if its no longer proper;
even if its far away from reality;
even if its no longer practical;
or even if its already painful.

we tend to be hopeful things will chance;
things will be different;
sadness to be joyful;
foolish things to be sincere;
or bitter moments to be sweet.

yet there stands to be a barrier of all the wants;
of all the fervent hopes;
of all the blissful dreams;
of all the laid goals;
and everything turns out to be wishful thinking.

i once promised not to love again,
i broke it and fell in love once more.
i loved truly, sincerely and patiently,
i hoped, dreamed for romance with the love i am giving,
the price: tears!

i gave my trust to a stranger,
i loved him unconditionally,
i almost forgot myself,
yet the heavens are good enough,
i lost you!

lossing you indeed was painful
but coming into my senses is magnificent;
i loved and been hurt,
what a sad experience??????
NO! SINCERE LOVERS DESERVE TRUE LOVE!,
in like manner,
TRUE LOVE IS NEVER MEANT FOR STUPID LOVER!

gone, you are... thanks god!