I wrote this one in great pain for the one I love who understands not my pain, my struggles and sacrifice; and so treats me so carelessly.

Submitted:Mar 25, 2011    Reads: 71    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   

WHAT IS LOVE

Is it that love is pain

If not then why all this suffering

Is it that love is a furnace

Then why do I feel so hurt

Is it that love is a tempest

Why is it that there’s rage in me

Is it that love is a virus

Then why the disorder the confusion

Is it that love is a horror

Then why the nightmares and dreamscapes

Is love the union of two to make one

For the sundering draws out my life

Love is life and everything

Play with it and you lose your all

FOR HER

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