Sometimes in life I wonder
Why all mankind must fall in love
Almost held against our wills
And forced by violent shoves
Yes love has many beauties
That could lull you fast asleep
But most don’t see its dark side
Its blade in darkness sheathed
In love there are no warnings
No fundamental tells
But when love removes its blade’s black sheath
Your soul is cast to hell
Love can turn you inside out
And leave a grimace hollow shell
Because with out its drug like fix
You’ll die… or just as well
I think I’ve found the answer
To why our souls are put through grief
Because a soul without a partner
Is a soul who’s incomplete
So I guess I found the light now?
My question, no feet to stand
But when love does come to you
Just know its blade’s in hand.
by
ElvinLeonposted on 10/30/2008
I look forward to reading more from you.