Cursed to love..

How can one overflow with such ferocity and tribulation, exonerate waves of tenderness devotion? She claws at the gates of her conscious, in hopes to free the brutal being thrashing about. Only to be greeted by a compelling force, with a vocation to heal those who maul her spirit. She walks through the onslaught and bestows an embrace to the very assailant who wishes to eradicate her. Her amorous ways will be her ultimate mortality. She would convey her last tear, her last breath if it would be used to spread her last act of love. The final pulse would lead with a smile.