I don’t want to know love
for I have already known love
And love has known me.

I don’t want to know love
for love has come and gone
And left scars too deep.

I don’t want to know love
for love I can live with
And I seek what I can’t live without.

I don’t want to know love
for love changes
And in changing becomes irrelevant.

I don’t want to know love
for I need something satiating
And something unforgettable.

I don’t want to know love
for with love, passion dies,
And it is passion for which we strive.

I don’t want to know love
for I have known passion
And passion brought me love.

I don’t want to know love
for one can die of a broken heart,
But passion can give you life.

There are many kinds of love. The one described is that one that can make you feel like your heart is being ripped right out of your chest. Unfortunately, when you love someone – no matter who – that is a clear possibility.