But What Of Love?

 
My tears are just salty water
once released, emotions freed
my heart doesn’t literally break
even when in a dramatic moment 
it feels that way
 
I know that the rendering pain
I feel when my minds knives pierce my chest
are just feelings of grief?
but still, it doesn’t stop hurting
 
of course
the dense fog hovering
over the river will always pass
and
the dark clouds which bring rain
will eventually move 
onto the other side of the road
giving way to beautiful sunshine
and if I’m really lucky a rainbow
 
all these things I know
but of love?
what of love?
of love…
 
I am still completely lost.