Love

I was confused what love would be.. and it startled me at first; All thoughts were first a hesitation- then my body craved sensation- My mind left its world in complete desolation.. and my heart would find it's realization. I was sure of what love would be.. and it scared me at first; All my time was spent with only- Afraid to end and be too lonely- Thinking each time he's the greatest thing I can speak to so openly. I was a fool what love would be.. and I hated it at first; All the time I spent much thinking- All this Time I spent much sinking- draining out a rejection now- uncomforting to know that love can turn to hate so very quickly. I was a misdirected to what love would be.. and I really didn't understand it. And at such a time- I cussed and groaned So did he- complained and moaned. At first we were great- I thought we were till it turned to a cold, icy stone.