To love is to suffer, for
the boundaries that ceases two
souls from becoming one;
mind that avoids taking
leaps of faith for love's sake;
hearts that desire eachother
yet time binds them with its shackles.
To love is to suffer, for
might be one your love of life, though
unpromisingly you not their's;
longing desperately and sleeplessly,
wanting to spend no time,
but to spend every moment cherishing
within their rhythmically beating heart.
To love is to suffer, for
one might diminish the depth of their self,
one that toils and troubles knows it for sure:
dear soul worth thousands and more of else;
knows who of stagger and stammer in life,
respects the apple of their eye, their love.
Though life be grateful for some,
to others not so privileged:
suffer and persevere one must the way on.
The way shapes a heart as a key
to fit right within another
that they may not be two, but one.
Alas but to love is to suffer.
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To love is to suffer
PoetryA poem that might relate many generations across many ethnicity. Love is something that has always been tricky for me so here's what i believe of it.
