Love Is Never How You Want It To Be

Love is never how you want it to be

It tangles itself in a spiral of fortunate beliefs

And unfortunate happenings

It can start much late, 

It can end much sooner

It can hardly be in sync

And you may not love each other together

Yours may begin when his's end

You may be left longing for more

And he might not have anything more to give

It might be a platter half eaten

By the time it reaches you

It might be decayed

And you may try to preserve it still

All you want is just try to stop the time

Hoping that it makes a mark on your memory

Without breaking you from within.