Sparkatale

Often times when you love someone,
They never feel the same,
You are left in a cloud,
Of tailights and shame.
But even when you know the path,
Leads to nothing swell,
Why then is it,
That we chase until we fall?
Perhaps it could be,
That we are so in love,
We don't even realize,
That the road is baren of?
But even so we run so long,
That when we reach the end,
There is nothing left to give,
And never any mend.

ML~