Why Do We Call It Love???

Why does it hurt?
Was it wrong to love?
Was it a crime to be loved?
Then, why does it tear me apart?
This one enigma leaves me befuddled.
As the answer lies in one's heart.

Very few have found the truth,
though many are foolish to seek it.
Oh! it sure makes one elated.
But the sadness and pain that envelopes you,
drags you down to satan's hellhole.

Pain is what you receive,
silence is what you hear.
Loneliness makes you grieve,
happiness is your foe.

Hope is a myth,
and anguish surrounds you.
Vexation leaves you weak,
with death enticing you.

Was this what I asked for?
To truly smile and laugh is what is desire.
My lady luck deserted me eons ago,
leaving me stranded,
and hopelessly helpless,.

Then why do we call it love?
cause' all I see is tears being shed,
and blood being bled.
Do you call this love?
As far as love goes,
it contradicts itself in virtual reality!!!

How can one say, "love is all we need" ???
Cause' all it creates is, chaos and mayhem in your heart.
It resembles a quicksand,
the longer you stick around,
the faster you drown.

"Everything's fair in love and war",
goes the famous saying.
It should be rephrased,
"Everything in love IS WAR".
And trust me you wouldn't walk out live....

So I ask again,
why do we call it love??

I now answer the ever evading mystery.
Love has made me sober,
but it has made me courageous.
Love has turned me into a loner,
but it has made me wiser.

I agree, love has shattered my heart,
but the same heart grew back mightier than ever before.
No doubt, love is a poison, killing you,
a slow unimaginable walk towards death,
but very few are aware of the hidden antidote!
And only the lionhearted can have it.

Love is like the dark ages,
where the weak do not belong.
Survival of the fittest,
is the equation,
for the faint-hearted,
is a certain end.

Love is a war,
and victory is inevitable,
for those who apply the right tactics
and wise strategies.

Love is a game,
and to be the master of the game
and to watch success in your stride,
he who loves and
who wants to win the hand
of his damsel is distress,
must attain the virtue of patience
and hard work he must commit to.

True love is never gone in waste,
and hard work is never left unrewarded.
Love is not a child's play,
but a gamble of two hearts.

Are you still wondering,
why do we still call it love???
Read between the lines people,

"ONE MAY LAMENT,
ONE MAY BLEED,
FOR HE MAY NEVER KNOW,
THE BLESSING HE RECEIVED....."