Love is the plague of the human mind. It poisons some and strengthens others. Some want it yet they do not believe in it. How can you believe in something that cannot be seen by others? It must not exist for others. We wake up every morning tired and fatigued. Our whimsical notions of love are pathetically not existent. Just like the one true love we all have. Without love, our hearts are made of stone….Mine of Cemetery dirt. Every chance of this object I have had, I have only tasted cupid’s sword, and not his bow…..