Whispers of pain
I dont know how it starts
This jagged edge that cloaks our form
Holds all to the ransom of love, yet cuts deep
Those warring sighs within, this silent death.
That our days may be numbered by
The faces we blessed, shared and cared
Upon the vision of our soul, but this love
I have never felt such before, that burns me deep
Tears apart the living being of me and finds eyes
Heavy to the tear drained empty, yet i cry.
True love, how seldom one finds that eternal gate
That joins itself all together in the depths of its being
Till one moments happiness is filled with saddness
The soul screams its lonely vigilance into depths of heaven.
Who understands this woe, this bitter foe
That dresses itself in the fashion of love
Yet lingers along the fringe of the mind into dispair and loss.
Who can love so deeply, uniquely and hold this flame
Without feeling its burning want, that desire
That floods and fills us all into such a blessed state
Only to find, that some burns at times to deep
That it consumes itself out.
But this love, oh God how i feel it, know it
For that of which it is..destiny.