It's not love

In this hot summer night
A poem came to my mind
My sun i once have lost...
day and night I was in endless dark.
No more though; now he shines the day and the moon
He saved me instead of sending me straight to the doom.
Love can be misunderstood but it's always voracious
Yet there's a narrow line between love and it's nemesis "hate"
Don't get me wrong, not all love-masked emotions are called "love"

It's not love,
If it means giving birth to chaos.
It's not love,
If there are other beings at the spotlight of your heart.
And it's not love,
if you prefer your pride over hurting their fragile heart.