I know nothing of love.

I know nothing of love.

I thought I knew of the unsung melodious beauty that which would accompany the ballet of two hearts becoming one; But I do not. I thought I had felt the sudden spark of emotions that ignites the desires of a withering soul and makes it yearn for the captivated presence of another; But I do not. I used to say I have loved and been loved; But I have not. For what I experienced was the mere malignant folly of a young, childish boy and it was nothing compared to the unfathomable beauty that is love. I know nothing of love.