Oh how I wish,
That love's eternity exist,
From the depths of my soul, I'm pissed
Because love once shared is missed
Leaving a heart crumbled inside,
And tears I can no longer hide,
And the world wonders why,
I disrespect the woman's humble cry,
Its not that all men are pigs,
Searching for grout to conquer and dis,
But simply love is amist,
Leaving us to ponder on the
what whens and whys.
So internally we cry,
While our tears seep externally in the form of actions,
Undevoted to passion
Because of what used to be,
Has torn us into an unforeseen terminal existence,
It's a depiction of love's true existence,
Undisplayed leaving us quite dismayed,
At the heart of her heart,
We see her fire, but no spark,
The olympic handle with no torch,
Anxiously awaiting a beginning with no idea of where to start.
So I ask is it truly our fault?
That in our minds we are blind,
That when we approach her sexually explicitely,
We are far too unkind,
Unhumane, highly disdained,
That you take away our only chance,
To see love,
To feel love,
To love love,
Just once again.

I think not...
Which leaves me to say,
We understand love, but love does not love us...:(

Excellent write.

That last line is Brilliant!

What those 2 said...Well written...