Heartbroken
Why hath no man warned me
against the peril of love? Against the rich, warm feeling that milks through your
bones as if you were smiled upon from God above.
The deep darkness of pain
enshrouds your soul as a sudden grasping of fear. For a moment, it was never
born but in an instant it is there.
Cursed is this mind of man with
its unruly memories, which tease and taunt at a lover truly broken and sad. For
even the rage of anger cannot shield from the pain of a brokenhearted lass or
lad.
Borne as if some tedious load, you
carry your sorrows of joys that did not last, which shine out of the darkness
of your soul, reminding you of the happiness that has past.
Oh that I would swallow some
vile toxin and sooner my life depart, than to live grudgingly and bear my
broken heart.
For if the smile, which was sweeter
than a honey bee’s kiss, had faded, my soul would not sorrow or even miss the
moments of passion we shared or the eternal in lover’s bliss.
O wretched man I am with emotions dreadful
that won’t part. Why did no one warn you, love, of the peril of love, which is
a sorrowful soul and a broken heart?
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