More than once
I thought Iíd found the answer;
thought I finally knew
what love was all about...
The euphoria of sweet sensation
when nothing in the world can bring you down

until the fragile bubble bursts
or slowly leaks the love away
Sometimes jarringly quick
or again, like depressionís slow descent
each opposite arises

For every good, there comes a bad
for each moment of grace,
ten of hellfire wait
and the downside of all that was up
reveals the madness of my illusion.

Can it still be called love
when the venom slowly steals your life away,
and rage unspoken threatens to explode...?

While from the darkness, I wonder
will we ever rise above
the inequality of mortal words.

Or, could it be that love
is a journey that combines it all...?
that blends into a new reality
accepting every change, reblending;
yet still with one priority

Perhaps one day
Iíll find an other
who will make such a journey
with me...

? Michaelette ?

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