It is a creative concept-- to imagine what a world without love is like. The love that is in the world now is broken, tainted, ill defined and a poor excuse for what love is meant to be: the love of the God who created us whether we acknowledge it or not. However this poem refers to a real person.
I wait in disappointment holding what I've always known
I wait for you, as though I've always known why
To diffuse the threats of what I don't understand
To remind me that I need you, but I can't reach enough.
The solution is too simple, bordering on trite words
Poised to reduce me to a strength, an iron will I can't build
Time pours through my hands like water
To be redefined into what I never imagined was mine.
(one line borrowed from the book Delirium, by Lauren Oliver)