There is a legend about a man that loves just once in his life. He loves veraciously and devotedly...vowing not to break the sacred chains of his bond with all his life. It is lugubrious to see such a soul shatter... such a love to be tainted with sorrow and shatter into fragments. But alas,the man is veiled in forbidden love...fueled by greed and jealousy yet sweetened by hope to keep loving. This man strives to gain condonation during the only chance he is rewarded with to love...Yet,that love had to be forbidden,and god had to be cruel. Why would such a divine commodity,love...be forbidden? Was it too strong? too rude? too boisterous? Is it because it pricks like a thorn? The man never knew,for he fought for his love till death,and unable to percieve, he perished as a true lover.