Suffering Love
A love as pure as light, a knife that cuts through any barrier. As sweet as candy floss, light and delicate they might say. A warm burning fire, consumed by repeating faith. What might they say would be wrong?
The deeper the love is, the closer your heart is to exploitation of vulnerability. The sweet love that turns into the bitter cruelty. The warmest day that turns into the coldest night in winter. The extreme cancelling itself out, as if it never happened.
A dove giving its own pure heart to an eagle whom never felt anything as strong as love. Purely mistaken by the fact that to love others you need to have love. A feeling felt for the first time causes chaos and greediness. Leaving the heart of the dove stolen and uncared for.
Maintaining the love felt cannot be done by the dove whom searches the empty part for what has been stolen, and a love dies in the greatest depths it has been made and felt in.
The greatest love, the greatest suffering.
-Lonely Strangers
Copyright © Natasha Linnette Joubert | Year Posted 2019
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