Love should not be a source of constant pain. In spite of the best intentions, it frequently becomes so. The pain inflicted should logically lead to the demise., but logic has got nothing to do with love as the heart fails to adhere to the governing laws. Reason too fails to rein in the runaway heart.
The incredibly selfless heart of a woman in love, knows no bounds and is very sacrificial in nature. Just observe the level of tolerance between lovers or a mother with her child.. it's obviously incomparable.
So, for the one who loves me so dearly, the one who encompasses a new season of spring;
in the vastness of the clearest blue sky, I pray thus:
Blessed be thy life,
for you complete me.
Mark these words in stone,
as the waves erase me.
No reason made you give up,
an indespicable me.
You are truly my better half,
in a majority of me,
You power my flight's of fancy,
in your reach I will forever be.
Regrets of a life forlorn,
beyond your heart in peace.
You've been true inspiration,
and an unfathomable glee,
Helped guide my soul,
even in my death you will be.
However, love does not necessarily return the favor and can bring out the worst fear's of a lonely heart as well. Its destiny seldom lies in a world filled with promise. It is in the fate of a loving heart to make an incredibly passionate work of art. Justifying an emotionally charged flow of creativity is often paid for in the currency of extreme sadness.
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