From the duality of love emerges a mystery,
a dark
identity concealed by its divine nature.
a force
whose rage are flashes of fire,
a most
vehement flame.
Hearts
have bled from its gory scars,
and
souls in its grasp burn with lost passion.
Fair are
victims of swords,
than
vessels of heartbreak.
For they
are bounded by shackles of loneliness,
and
their minds are devoured by shadows of emptiness.
Emotions
becomes an object of torture,
and
memories is but a monument of sufferings.
Oblivion
becomes but their final wish,
for that
alone would be a release, next to this travesty.
The one
virtue been craved for,
becomes
a vice of demise.
For as
strong as love may be, it has a rival,
its dark
side.
By Dr O. Franklin
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