The Worth of Love

Love hurts I won’t tell you otherwise it would then be a lie a darkness so profound an animal so notorious fracturing our very soul with it’s transgressions like an addiction on speed for those who dare choosing the ones worthy of its name a flawed proposition with loopholes cunningly concealed behind what we assume as perfection We fail perhaps to see what truly lies within our only crime being who we are a mass of flesh and blood vulnerable in its entirety glorified by love itself and shattered by it’s ultimate truth life bewilders us when we least imagine the pain even greater than it could be expectations zero to none does it then turn out to be an experience inconceivable and when at the very end of the tunnel we look back and wonder whether all of it was worth it Love smiles benevolent and whispers You are worthy if You only believe!