Page 1, 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.
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
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