Why must you suffer?
What have I done?
You answer simply, love.

Love? How does love cause you ache?
How can love be the cause of your pain?
Your answer, 'her'�

Her, she caught us both,
She entrapped us in her essence.
You ask why it hurts.

You say we have been through this before,
We have be broken, shattered.
Why this, why again?

Beauty is all I can utter.
Vital exquisiteness.
You just tremble.

To see her hurts me,
To hear her voice makes me whimper,
To think of her beauty, I am without control.

Then we are at an impasse,
We must depart her memory,
Too late you say, she stole me.

You have stolen him,
I am entrapped as he has become,
For he is my heart.

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