Something concerning love

I was a stranger.

A stranger in a deep and darkest night

with not a single hope inside.

And I was lost in that fight-

shadow against the light.

I had no directions.

I had nowhere to go,

but the way the fading lights did show.

Following that way without any goal

was like dying piece by piece

was like losing self control.

But while dying

I saw light coming through.

That light- that was you.

Too late. I was dead.

Love was made to make you blue.