What do you think?

Love is death.
a misery bought onto us and relinquishes breath
and from heaven’s cumm (come?)… it shines down upon me
Love, a God who’s light will blind me?

If I cannot further this passion, is it real or imagination?
I believed in you, your indiscretion, and now I’m searching for my direction.

Love is hate
Compelling me to question my faith and
Love is sick
I’m unable to comprehend and I’m loosing my way…

Since you let Love go, I can’t seem to find my way back into my own soul.

And If I’m lost in my own intimation then I beg of you, please hear my confessions…

With your plight, a valuable lesson of divine creation…

“You have taken me into a new direction.”