Paper Wasted

Deaf and Blind

To the Sons and Daughters of  Pain,

To the once who shouts and cries in the rain,

To them who could hardly breath shattered air,

Is it never enough to be broke to love again?

I say to thee, indeed it is hard

To love and be hurt, and continuously love.
But what can we do?
To love, is why we were made.

Love is either deaf;

Hearing words that shoots straight to your sanity.

Losing all thy blissfulness and felicity,

But it is still fair not to thee.

Or love is blind?

Overlooking the anguish truth

That someone learns to tolerate.

Be and let be.

By all means,

You can never feel love when you never felt torment,

Less conceited, more munificent.

More affections, nevertheless, more afflictions.

But always reminisce,

That thy God has shown His Great Love,

More than two thousand years at Calvary

Where heaven weep when the Son died

For thy gentiles who are His beloved.