Love is a bed of roses. When you lie down on the rose bed, the subtle scent of the sweet smelling roses waft through the air around you, creating an imaginary illusion of heaven on earth. Love is simple, love is sweet, and most importantly love is beautiful. It comes when you least expect it to. You might just be walking down the streets, flashing your charismatic smile in all direction when BAM!, you met the love of your life. He is your soulmate, everything you hoped for… he is perfect. Easy, sweet... yes. Cupid has been upgrading his shots lately. 3 years of training at the archery range, he improved. Was he cursed in the past? I do not know that. All i know is he is being the most busy body person in the whole planet to date. Kudos to his job well done. Love is a bed of roses. Beneath all the beauty, tiny little thorns are waiting to devour the innocent souls that have been succumbing to be the victim of the word: LOVE. The pain, agony, despair it causes... everybody can have sympathy on you, but nobody will be able to empathize your sorrows. Because the measure of despair in a person is different compared to another. None the same, some a flicker, some a tsunami. You can give your all, and expect nothing in return. Coz that is what love is. Love... is defined as giving someone the ability to destroy your heart, but trusting them enough not to. The question is... when is it enough? How much can your heart take in? Trust is a virtue. But what happens when you cant trust anymore? Is love gone when trust is gone? Is there a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow? Is there harmony in every break up? Or is love just a battlefield? All these thoughts come down to one thing. I love him. And i will fight this war and win. Even though when all hope is gone.