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In a dark night, amid much suffering,
I pondered for a moment about that which they call love.
That which causes us pain and also great joy,
that can make a black day light up in an instant.
I was quite intrigued by this human feeling,
we carry deep inside each and every one.
In the world there is none safe from it's influence
and, without it's presence, none can live.
It is truly fascinating, when something so beautiful,
shuts down and not a glimmer is left of it's existence.
Love has no mercy, it is direct and shocking,
asany lover who has had his heart destroyed knows.
That vile Cupid, playing with hearts,
offering fresh flavors and leaving bitterness.
Why do not you end this pain and kill me,
instead of destroying me bit by bit with your game?
You've destroyed my hopes, my dreams dissolved
causing horrific pain that makes my life a living hell.
My heart? I do not want to have it, now shattered,
and you, Cupid, are to blame for giving me that which they call love.
- by Sentinel of Sanity |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/03/2008 |
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- Title: That which they call love
- Artist: Sentinel of Sanity
- Description: A small poem about that powerful feeling we call love. It was translated from the original writing in Spanish to English, so some of the feeling might have been lost. Enjoy
- Date: 12/03/2008
- Tags: call love
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Commander Nitro - 12/03/2008
- nice I like it a lot dude 5/5 big time
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- jocatz - 12/03/2008
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What an interesting poem. Such truth and emotion.
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