Ahem Love

I thought when nothing was there, love still existed
I thought when nothing was permanent love still would..
It was like drowning the clothes wet with love and finally tearing it apart to clean the floor...
I was the teared cloth though...
You squeazed and twisted it yet I was believing only that I was getting cleaned and I didn't mind getting dirtier in the process...
 
In the end you said you will wash me and dry me..
But You know hiwever tried the cloth do not really get clean after that...
They still remain dirty , so called pains...