Can one ever describe love...
The feeling of true pain that no sword or arrow could pierce as deeply...
Like falling from heaven with your wings afire, but never hitting earth.
The never failing hope that remains, is the deepest felt.
The painful breath that is taken in hope that life can continue...though it fades before your eyes.
Love is the bitter sword the spares no child,mother,or son.
And yet....
Everyday we search for this bitter poison. We long for to find it.
And when we do...
I never fails to pull through with it's bargain.

I wonder...
Do we long for pain...to know that we live?
Do we wish for the deep wounds to carry, that heaven my look upon us with pity and take us back as one of their own?

And those that made them, the bleeding wounds...
Do they suffer as well?
Does their hearts feel the bleeding ache of the ones they've crossed?

Sorrow...
For a world so full of it...there remains to be Love...
The creator of all emotion.

For those who know what shattered dreams are all about.