Love and Pain

By: Inking Al'Kallio and Ellen Brown Shall painful pleasures be the tune? Tune to which our love dances? Oh! how your blows has becometh the fuel, that drives me on to beautiful bruises. I thought it was all Love at first. A love that can never be broken. Now it has turned to a painful test. Love is gone, all I feel is pains through blows taken. As each blows caresses my body, beautiful mark of tears threads. Was this all in your love embedded? How long will I endure this joyful sadness But summer shall roll up winters pains. I shall smile again or that I think.