I pity you
hapless and without knowledge
of love so profound.
Which can not be
explained by words,
truly known by any
person, alone.
Or, limited
to the word itself.
May I ask this,
If I wanted you to leave,
would I raise my head to see your back?
If I told you to die,
would you fall upon my feet?
If our love was true death I would not ask
and fatal it would not be.
For, to live without love
is to love without life.
To explain my words
or brief the unknown,
If thou life has ended
and thou love has not,
there is no point.
If thou have the privelege of life,
and no love within
what is the point?
I say not to spill thou own blood
or bleed as one
with your lover as you share
each other's death in one sorrowful event.
But, only that the passion of love
has great importance
that I pity you may never get.
Which pains you more than I.
I usually don't write love sick poetry, but I though I'd try it...yeah.....I don't think I am going to try it again. Good luck critiquing, and remember harsh, harsh, harsh!!!Lets not sugarcode anything!!!
