love is terrible.
it is fought for, endued, protected.
love can change a man, his life, his emotions, his dreams.
love sees past all that one doesn’t want seen, it touches
delicatly and gently things that pain with cank’d bright intensity.It stimulates the senses and numbs the pain.
love can be aquired and it can be uncovered, and what beauty is it to do this? tremendous!trmendous! Yet of contrary, the pain and suffering of love,losing, lost.Self emotion,corrupt, deadend, hurt,fail sore,help..help..help…,wound,terrible gash.Tremendous pain and more, more fore me, for
i have lost that which i have fought so righteously to obtain, and more i have lost, my weakness grows with each day.I fear a lot of things, yet the most i have yet to let permiate : being loved traversed, steeply down this silent gradient of contrast.To loose love is to unlove that which was loved, this is my more pain.I hurt with many intensities at which all i plead end.Yet end will never come, for i know my mind does not forget however hard it press.
loose love life let me die! How great this is that drives a man to death? tremendous!, tremndous! What faith we have in our love that issues such terrible consequences apon its loss?
Pain that it is, is and forever will be.It is sharp.As it is, it cuts and while it is, it cuts deeper, sharper, more painfully, until left a soul so riddled with emptiness and woe remains.a soul that endures pain, again and again, with cold thin, metal streaks of mental violence, engulfs each day that hope that if ever once their was.
Force that contols you, binds you to pain, i that which you nurtured though lifelong times, now eats you, mangles you and rips,tears and probes your lifeless mind.That force, now upset and turns agains its master like a rabbit dog, and screams and howls and devours you.Now the hound of emotions, lies to rest, temprarily, until dawn its eyes open once more.
I wish that love that once i had, i never knew, for for it i have lost it twofold and more.