Simple

Nothing simple about love, or maybe
Nothing to love is simple.

Never having to feel the melancholy of love lost,
or

Never having to get passed jitters, shivers, quivers, or any other 'ers...just saying...

Being in love or the idea of being in love...
is, love... Simple enough right?

A broken heart split into multipurpose fragments
of, fear, hate, abandonment and finally love?
Simple right?

Having no one to reciprocate a feeling of... lost without, sleeplessness, thinking about, caring or sharing one's self. Simple?

Truth is love is everything except simple. No on can explain the " why did I stay after he did this or she did that "

However we can explain how we feel. Happy, mad, sad, disappointed, lost, insecure, unsure, even heartbroken from...Love.

Love is give. Love is take. Love is sad. Love is magic. Love is lost.

BUT

Love is never simple, and having nothing or no one to love is... Death