Love is not a sanctuary of innocence.
Love has not the containment of desire, nor that of ease.
It is often viewed as being
     under the misconception of avoidable destiny.
However it is not, nor even that it hath been under such a destiny.
Love is not always true, it is not always pure.
In that it is hard to determine what true love actually is,
     even with all its impurities.

In any event of case I am to say love can be better than no love.
Even if just because it is more interesting.
I however beneath that endurance of such a love,
may still consider it just another prodigy.