Love

Love is not  blind it does see it never fades away it stays. From the first kiss to your dying day . 
To have it so pure and true to light the dark to show the way it is there everyday.
But when it is forgotten what remains?
When hate takes over and pain runs free and tears fall knees buckle, bones break, blood runs down what remains?
To die is easy to live is hard to try too change the past is hopeless.
To fix the past can be done when hurt is forgiven.
And the truth is known the past forgotten and all is shown what remains?