I often hear it described as something so sweet.
Sugarcoated with pieces left under the surface,
that many rather not reminisce,
but forget and defeat.
Sounding so perfect...love.

Several hearts left broken,
with scars settled deep within its surface
that they feel so incredibly real.
As if it were slowly and physically deteriorating
a significant organ of life.
The tears, the sadness, anywhere from light to deep sleep,
and sorrow filled eyes,
the hurt and pain from silent to agonized cries.
Resurfaced just as quickly, as it begins to subside.
Repeatedly given another chance.