Cursed To Love
Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs,
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes,
Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears.
What is it else? A madness most discreet,
A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
(William Shakespeare)
His life:
It was enjoyable, simple, and carefree
Until
One day..!
Until
He was cursed to love..!
And then he was left with nothing but few
QUESTIONS:
Why I tremble, when she touches me?
Why my cold heart shatters, when she smiles?
Why a single drop in her eyes, shakes my existence?
Why her small hurt, wounds my heart?
Why..????????
And then he realized:
Conquered by a love so shamelessly despicable
A pain that seeps through my heart and courses through my veins
A want that burns my inside, and a curse that lay upon my soul
Oh I so helplessly curse this curse each day
I cursed her power to destroy me with every single breath
But it was only then I realized that this curse was my very blessing
And now I know that I am blessed by a curse to love you endlessly.
I am "CURSED TO LOVE"
Alas:
I would surely die for her
but what she really needs
is me to live for her.
It is said that love is a blessing, bestowed in human hearts. But what if you are cursed to love?
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