But What Of Love? Poem by Shirley Harrison

My tears are just salty water
once released, emotions freed
my heart doesn't literally break
even when in a dramatic moment
it feels that way

I know that the rendering pain
I feel when my minds knives pierce my chest
are just feelings of grief?
but still, it doesn't stop hurting

of course
the dense fog hovering
over the river will always pass
and
the dark clouds which bring rain
will eventually move
onto the other side of the road
giving way to beautiful sunshine
and if I'm really lucky a rainbow

all these things I know
but of love?
what of love?
of love…

I am still completely lost.