Poem: With Love

With this is love.

Without this is hate.

The true is standing in front of me.

The false is holding me up.

The eyes tell all the secrets.

The touch gives the true meaning.

Your smile used to give me chills.

Your frown makes me worry.

This is the way we like to be, but this cannot be.

The things that make you love me is also the things that hurt.

This what it is like to be in love with me.