Love isn't lost, it's taken

Love is lost, not because we exist in a world of vanished hopes and forgotten childhood dreams, where arduous painful searches leave you nowhere, but abandoned, exposed, and vacant; where the covenant once cherished has become as intricate as a game of chess, and the pawns as miserable and lifeless as those that now command their game; where inconvenient vows aren’t even given a second thought, and adoration has been replaced by hatred, merely because the thesaurus pronounces it an antonym; where broken families and shattered homes are now the rule, and people lie to the one’s they supposedly love, simply because both words begin with “L” and end in “E.” No, unfortunately, love is lost because ideologies beat down exceptions until exceptions conform to norms. So in reality, love isn’t lost, it’s taken. But, the wonder of it all is that our thief doesn’t care to know its language, and victims are merely those that cease to formalize its limitless vocabulary.