how did it come to this?
Love.
Without shape or form,it that flutters
To and fro the hearts of friends and lovers alike. It that gently
Stirs the awakening of delights,
It that gives the world, its joys, to one.
Love.
It breaks us apart.
It tears our hearts.
It brings us pain,
And all things profane.
Pouncing on poor souls,
It rips out our guts,
And leaves us helpless
And confused.
And all in vain.