Some one once told me 

Some one once told me

Love is not suppose to hurt

That love was shown through actions

And meaningless in words

That love could conquer all

But there’s no room for error

That love has no limits

Yet there are endless exceptions

That love is innate

But I know nothing of it

That love is to be earned

And shameful to easily surrender

That love will never find its way into my life

Because love does not overlook imperfections

If love does all that

How am I not going to hurt?