Crestfallen as I write.

When you eventually fathom love.
You happen to relish it,withal you might as well crave it. 

And then you're enomored of your exquisite thoughts about love.

Infatuations and fleeting sentiments get acute as your sanity sways away.  

But when you don't get the love you want,when you fail the love you want,

it leaves a bare hollow in your heart,
a somber emptiness that cannot be replaced or occupied by any one thing. 

You would exist, but you wouldn't live.

You would search for the same love, in the same color and shades,

even the perfect imperfections.

but nothing would be the same. 

When all is said and done you would fear love,building walls around your frail heart. 

You would become someone you never wanted to be.

Falling in love would be the biggest risk you could ever take,

you would never know whether someone will be there to catch once you decide to fall.