Love, my dears, is filled with pain;
it's for the oblivious and insane
for this dire emotion will weave and twist
and leaves you wandering in the mist.
Once you're so sure and then lost,
unknowing of what lies ahead or the cost,
but there is a price to be paid for giving
your heart and soul to the mortal living.
Human nature brings lies and deceit,
and sometimes your strength becomes defeat,
because you believed in a promise
without truth though covered with a kiss.
Consequence arrives in this distraction,
glancing away from God for this attraction,
something that somehow looks incredibly beautiful,
in its best of state even when its hateful.
Such a magnetic force becomes impenetrable,
when you try to let go and realize you're unable,
falling deeper, growing closer, feeling sweet joys
until an indecisive thought swells and destroys.
In the beginning it was a search for comfort,
a cure for the inflicted wounds and hurt,
and a friend who would help you maintain sight
of the hope that fades with the sunset's light.
Emotions change over time and integrate
into what forms a path to our nearing fate,
and so the heart walks the road from our chest,
trusting the featherbed, believing it knows best.
What happens thereon is a meaning of risk,
like the trade of business ever brisk,
where statistics are unpredictable and charted fast,
and though some things peak, many don't last.
We search for answers and sources to blame
when anger rises and longs for a name
to punish despite a sworn understanding,
realizing late how each relationship is demanding.
A times passes when we express ache and sigh,
questioning how we ended up here and why
a strenuous effort is required to stay
beside someone you now wish was far away.
As an agreement is met and miles come between
for a moment it shows a relieved scene,
but then it's clear that in your life there's a deep hole
where the heart should've been and dreams stole.
The day you find normality is long ahead
and to feel this again is the moment you dread,
and so as you stand crying in the cold rain,
remember, my dears, love is filled with pain.
it's for the oblivious and insane
for this dire emotion will weave and twist
and leaves you wandering in the mist.
Once you're so sure and then lost,
unknowing of what lies ahead or the cost,
but there is a price to be paid for giving
your heart and soul to the mortal living.
Human nature brings lies and deceit,
and sometimes your strength becomes defeat,
because you believed in a promise
without truth though covered with a kiss.
Consequence arrives in this distraction,
glancing away from God for this attraction,
something that somehow looks incredibly beautiful,
in its best of state even when its hateful.
Such a magnetic force becomes impenetrable,
when you try to let go and realize you're unable,
falling deeper, growing closer, feeling sweet joys
until an indecisive thought swells and destroys.
In the beginning it was a search for comfort,
a cure for the inflicted wounds and hurt,
and a friend who would help you maintain sight
of the hope that fades with the sunset's light.
Emotions change over time and integrate
into what forms a path to our nearing fate,
and so the heart walks the road from our chest,
trusting the featherbed, believing it knows best.
What happens thereon is a meaning of risk,
like the trade of business ever brisk,
where statistics are unpredictable and charted fast,
and though some things peak, many don't last.
We search for answers and sources to blame
when anger rises and longs for a name
to punish despite a sworn understanding,
realizing late how each relationship is demanding.
A times passes when we express ache and sigh,
questioning how we ended up here and why
a strenuous effort is required to stay
beside someone you now wish was far away.
As an agreement is met and miles come between
for a moment it shows a relieved scene,
but then it's clear that in your life there's a deep hole
where the heart should've been and dreams stole.
The day you find normality is long ahead
and to feel this again is the moment you dread,
and so as you stand crying in the cold rain,
remember, my dears, love is filled with pain.
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