old poem i found that i wrote like a year ago

[foyofreek]

To love and not know brings pain as an injury would do.
Swollen inside, deceptive at heart, and yearnings not true.
Burning love is a conception always missly used.
Tortured love is more then often but ends in tears, hate, and feelings bruised.
Battles to win one's heart, are torturous alone.
Because there's no easy gotten love that still give the comforts of home.
Chills that run down your spine are thoughs of a lovely breeze.
Small winds wipe round love to put forgotten lovers' hearts at ease.
Long lasting love, is that of couples of an experienced age.
If love was a book, they wouldn't need hands to turn the page.
Knowing that, that one person is your bright amber, in a cold wall of blue;
Would bring that person, that much closer to you.
So share your love to them, if you've been blessed with advances of the heart.
For if it be true love. Not a thing on Earth could tear you apart.