The Pain of Love

The pain of Love
Is far too great for man
For Love kills men,
by destroying the sense of self.

O Beloved,
With your Love you have ensnared my heart,
And now that you leave me,
you have taken my heart for yourself.

My body lays limp without you,
All of my cells working without purpose,
For you were the purpose my body worked tirelessly for,
Even in my sleep, my head was filled with images of You.

I care not for myself,
But without you, I do not exist
My existence is in memory of yours
As I live each passing day,
Each heartbeat is for You,
Each breath I take is for You.

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