Solitary days and humble nights

Sorrow is worth it

Sometimes true sorrow takes the most beautiful forms,
It pulls at our hearts in a wonderful bliss,
Just a moment is all it takes,
To be caught in a web of pain,
But not physical pain,
No but a pain that never heals,
This is the pain of the heart,
It is the worst of all,
Its name is known to few,
But many feel the sorrow it causes,
It's called love,
And it's the worst sorrow of them all.