Love is a poison

but one which gladly take whole heartily

Despite it drains the soul, the time and effort

it seems worth it to take this poison pill

A poison which effect one's thought, temporary bluring life as you know,

making living so fufilling

purposefully

as if your existance has a valid reason

That is to protect her

to accompany her

to be with that special person

till end of time regardless what happen

But its a temporary fab

as no one is perfect and one will grow wary with each other

time will then tell if this imperfections will make us perfect for one another

Will then love prevail