love was the way I found her,

love was the way I lost her.

she was a warm, loving flame,

and I was nothing but cold water.

we wanted each other so bad… that in the process;

she was ashes,

I was steam.

love was why I cared,

love was why she hated.

my love was one of her favourate dishes,

day, night and morning, for it, she wishes.

but too much of anything;

ruins things.

we loved; so we got together,

we loved…

hence, we parted.