well, love

Love, I know nothing about.
Never have I felt, never did I dare.
Fear of thy lose, worry about thy disillusion.
Yet I do sing, thy potent swing of want that motivates,which I fail to have.
I confess , it took my breath away, it made my heart beat again.
You turned eternity, through thy heart-splitting artful deaths.
Real & fake, a while &forever.