Love?

May I fall in love again?
May I love you?
May I end up this suffering of a cold box? 

I admit love makes me strong. It what makes me still alive until now; it what makes me stand while others tell me to sit. It what defines me, strengthens me, enlightens me when I need shelter and support. Everybody deserves to love and to be loved, either do I. I need to love. I can't let myself drown in a volcano of despair and coldness any longer. Enough said.