Only Love Doth Ache in This Most Grievous Way

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Only Love Doth Ache in This Most Grievous Way

Only love can hurt like this…

something in me hath died.

I am not the same happy girl I once was.

Now my gaze beholdeth life from another angle,

a delicate gaze

towards innocence long lost.

Lost in thy kisses,

I found the dagger

that pierceth my soul from within—

a danger,

a place where there is no end.

’Tis love alone that woundeth thus the soul.

I love thee… yet thou art not mine.

Thou belongest to another.

Thy words are like knives,

cutting deep within,

leaving me in anguish.

Through my veins runneth thy love,

warm… burning,

like a music box that playeth all day long,

yet without thy prince.

I carry a hidden thought—

in my despair,

I call thy name day and night,

like the hands of a clock

that never cease their turning.

Thus my mind doth spin unendingly,

these thoughts dancing

a sorrowful dance of heartbreak.

This love thou givest me in halves,

like a curtain torn,

old and falling…

And within my reality,

I now hold that which I had not yesterday—

the wound,

the knowing,

the truth that perhaps

true love doth not exist.

Days await me

in the script of my life…

my life—

a never-ending tale,

a circle that must ever move on.

Save me…

save me…

Only love doth pierce the heart so deeply.

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