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A passion so deep, it enters your heart,
it makes you feel unique, wanted by one so dear,
but with but few words, the passion once known, can be broken into bits.
Bit's so small, not even the many hands helping can mend, not even the one so dear, can piece once more.

Falling in love, is but only a mistake, a disease of life that has no real cure.
It seeps into the body, and attaches within the heart, unable to disconnect.

If love lasted for all, this disease would have a cure, but for most, it does not.
Hearts break, tears shed, why must disease's hurt so many?

Like the cancer inside the soul and bones, love is but a step, a blind walk into the paths between death, or life, giving your heart to another means the cost of your own life.

Confessions are admitted, some accepted, others rejected.
Our hearts may hurt for a while, but soon heal, that is but simply love, and only the start of a small cold.

If true love, and emotions are shown throughout the voice of another, true rejection, or acceptions becomes the soul's true focus. If love was always accepted, no one would suffer a fate of death, a fate of the dying heart you once felt pulse deep for the person you loved, the person who meant so much to you, the person you now lost.

The passion of the soul, if it could only live with a reasonable excuse of denile.
The pain of losing one you love, it hurts, it does even if you try to ignore it.

Like the sun returning each morning, and leaving each night.
No matter if you try to avoid the rays of light, the feel, and tears will always remain, digging deep into your broken heart, trying to recall how such a beauty of life has been lost in the darkness. Wander, wander in the shadows of time. Wait, don't rush. Always give things time. If you know it's too soon, it'll only hurt you the most. Give a length to the proposal, and wait till you feel a throbbing desire of passion from deep in your heart.

Only when you feel that, will you experience the true passions of love. The one's, that hold the cure, the one's unable to be broken.



( Well, in English we just finished learning about poem's, and well..After a small incident a while back, this poem was inspired by someone I lost. Heh. It's a little deep, or so I aimed for, so try and enjoy the quality. It's a first, so some suggestions would be nice, but over all I hope it's good, and touching, or helping. Bleh, just enjoy it! And let me know about it. ^^ )