Love is the reason due to which
The heart's slow putrefaction
Finds no pain, but seems
Within a universe of eternal solitude
Purpose filled.
its the reason
a lover dares to jump lacking wings
fearless, for if fallen
Believed it is, that their bleeding heart's beholder,
Will catch them before they land amidst a sea of needles and stones
While they themselves stand on top of their cutting heads
Not in agony, in eagerness to be found arm in arms with their life fan.
After a while the counterpart grows weary of the distance,
His heart beats still as passionate,
but is easily poisoned by a near word,
A fake promise
a poisoned car