Love is when you never cared about your heart,
To be ripped, to be stabbed and to be broken apart,
Yet you still wipe their tears though they never wipe yours,
And you will be their sword and their loyal horse.

Love is when you sincerely give,
It is not about being a thief,
To steal their heart and make it as a trophy of your victories,
It is about washing away their pain and gnawing away their worries.

Love is when you are their shield,
To protect them from tears and their bruised heart will be healed,
You will be the saviour upon their darkest world,
No matter how the darkest your world is twirled.

Love is when people called you idiot and stupid,
And you said it is not just the arrow from the cupid,
It is because that person is a world to you,
Even they scarcely give, your feelings for them are always true.