THE PAIN OF LOVE
ALL SOULS SEARCH FOR WHAT SEEMS AN ETERNITY.
SEARCHING FOR A LOVE THAT IS PURE, YET FULL OF LUST & EXCITEMENT. FOR SOME THE SEARCH IS NEVER ENDING. WHILE OTHERS LEAVE ENDLESS TRAILS OF BROKEN DREAMS, LIKE A BLOODY STREAM, THEY WADE UPON WITH NO MERCY, NOT FEELING THE PAIN THEY ALONE CREATE, NOR THE BEWILDERMENT THEY CAST ASIDE.
SOME ARE SO WITHIN THEMSELVES,
THEY FEEL NOTHING AT ALL.
THEY ARE NUMB TO THE WORLD &
PAIN IS JUST A STATE OF BEING THEY DENY KNOWING.
SOME ARE FOOLS, FALLING IN LOVE ALL THE TIME
MAKE NO MISTAKE
THESE ARE THE TRUE SUFFERERS IN LIFE.
THEIR PAIN IS REAL
EACH TIME THEY GIVE THEIR HEART AWAY
THEY LOSE A LITTLE PIECE OF THEIR SOUL
AS IT SLOWLY FADES AWAY
THEY TOO BECOME NUMB TO THE PAIN OF LOVE.
SO THEY JOIN THE WORLD OF THE LIVING DEAD
YOU KNOW THE ONES WHO NO LONGER FEEL
THE ONES WHO NO LONGER CRY.
THEN LAST BUT NOT LEAST IS THE "LOVERS"
THESE ARE THE ONES WHO GIVE ALL THEY HAVE
THE MAKING OF LOVE IS AN ART TO THEM
THEY ARE FILLED WITH PASSION & LUST
THEY GIVE THEIR ALL, UNTIL TRUELY, ALL IS EXHAUSTED
UNTIL THERE IS NOTHING MORE TO GIVE
THEN THEY GO
BLAMLESSLY, CASUALLY, QUIETLY
THEY JUST GO.
SEARCHING FOR A LOVE THAT IS PURE, YET FULL OF LUST & EXCITEMENT. FOR SOME THE SEARCH IS NEVER ENDING. WHILE OTHERS LEAVE ENDLESS TRAILS OF BROKEN DREAMS, LIKE A BLOODY STREAM, THEY WADE UPON WITH NO MERCY, NOT FEELING THE PAIN THEY ALONE CREATE, NOR THE BEWILDERMENT THEY CAST ASIDE.
SOME ARE SO WITHIN THEMSELVES,
THEY FEEL NOTHING AT ALL.
THEY ARE NUMB TO THE WORLD &
PAIN IS JUST A STATE OF BEING THEY DENY KNOWING.
SOME ARE FOOLS, FALLING IN LOVE ALL THE TIME
MAKE NO MISTAKE
THESE ARE THE TRUE SUFFERERS IN LIFE.
THEIR PAIN IS REAL
EACH TIME THEY GIVE THEIR HEART AWAY
THEY LOSE A LITTLE PIECE OF THEIR SOUL
AS IT SLOWLY FADES AWAY
THEY TOO BECOME NUMB TO THE PAIN OF LOVE.
SO THEY JOIN THE WORLD OF THE LIVING DEAD
YOU KNOW THE ONES WHO NO LONGER FEEL
THE ONES WHO NO LONGER CRY.
THEN LAST BUT NOT LEAST IS THE "LOVERS"
THESE ARE THE ONES WHO GIVE ALL THEY HAVE
THE MAKING OF LOVE IS AN ART TO THEM
THEY ARE FILLED WITH PASSION & LUST
THEY GIVE THEIR ALL, UNTIL TRUELY, ALL IS EXHAUSTED
UNTIL THERE IS NOTHING MORE TO GIVE
THEN THEY GO
BLAMLESSLY, CASUALLY, QUIETLY
THEY JUST GO.
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