If love were only a figure of speech,
I would agree.
It would mean pain and love at the same time,
at least to me.
The opposite is a knife to my back
a form, like an overdose of loving
But love is just a figure that we see
and wish to own.
The illusion without which we are doomed
to be alone.
The bird sang into the ears of the night.
It was her secret to loving you right.