Love can make a person crazy. One moment we can be flying high as a kite in bliss-filled folly, and the next, be stuck knee-deep in the fast forming muck of dolor. Mostly makes me wonder, is there ever an end? Even though I already suspect I know the answer, I’ve still never figured out how to live with the tragedies of love. I just continue to remain tangled up in all the delights and despairs, entertaining the knock of love whenever it happens to find me. Seems like I would’ve learned my lesson by now, but I guess that just shows the true value of love. It’s worth more than any cost we could ever bear. So we open our arms to it, time and time again, hoping that someday happiness will come along instead of dismay.
Words cannot express Everything you are I’ve loved you forever Even from afar And on those days That are cold and bleak It’s you that I miss You’re the one I seek I cannot deny The things I feel It’s you that I love These emotions are real You’ll always be there Concealed in my heart The place where we never Have to be apart
The sheets Were the only witness As to what transpired That day Ending up discarded In a disheveled mess On a cold Barren floor Tossed nonchalantly aside Like they never Even mattered All the warmth They ever gave Instantaneously forgotten As a sudden moment Of unforeseen passion Left them crumpled And useless