This is my take on love,it came to me about two years ago,then it was just a phrase,i came up with the poem later on.:)I hope Ты like it,please Review it.Critisism is welcome-but no Flames pls.thanks bye!


Love Is A Tortured Soul

Любовь is a tortured soul.
Drenched in the bearing of it’s kind, and the lost.
For it gets Остаться в живых quite easily; it’s naïve and foolish-desperate.
Любовь is a tortured soul.
It’s always there, waiting for Ты to find it in it’s dark dim home, longing for another of it’s kind to relate and confide to.
They come sometimes, или so it thinks.
It’s always being teased by the light.
From within itself and outside, it doesn’t know what to believe.
It is tortured, such a horrid soul.
The light comes, it was so bright at first, too bright for the counterpart to handle-they broke.
There were other lights yes ,but they just glow, and were faintly shown.
The cold wind away blown them away.
This poor сердце cried and sighted it wasn’t her fault, though she couldn’t understand why.
Любовь is a tortured soul.
It hasn’t bleed yet, it won’t get to that point.
Just emotional, unseen damage-straight from the heart.
Finally, some say and she was happy, if only for awhile.
Then the tortured soul saw the light.
There was nothing special about it, except it stayed ,that was special, that is special.
The сердце is a joyful soul, no longer tortured.
It has found a home, безопасно, сейф and warm. It will never cry alone again.
Любовь is a tortured soul with a unique Главная in the end.