True Love and pain – two sides of a coin

O strangers to love, prepare for a painful toil

 

True Love at its inception, always accompanied with pain

Far beyond perception, felt by every vein

 

The pain of separation, the struggle for perfection

An imperfect soul – striving for unification

 

True love shall be tested – by its endurance of pain

The sweetness of love, when true – makes the worst pain – bearable

 

I confess my pain, No cure do I desire

For true love without pain, delusion – I don’t require

 

True Love is a combination – Belittling and Magnification

And at its culmination – Total Annihilation

 

The lover becomes extinct, Only seeing its beloved

Nothing else exists, even words….

 

The language of love knows no eloquence

Only know through experience – with everlasting consequence