Loves lament.

So Elusive, yet always present. An image of Faith, but also resentment. You fill the mind, yet leave it so empty. Of time and of suffering, there seems to be plenty. A sacred Ideal, to be worshipped each day. At night, it’s the worst, and you won’t go away. Love is compounded by hope, need, and desire. So much pain in hearts oven to feed loves Fire. With each passing day, love falls deeper into you. Seeing your words, always wondering who. Never knowing, always there. Love wonders why or if it should care. All that love knows is it’s wanted and owned. By a beautiful woman which love has enthroned Unto this end love only wishes it knew. Where this path leads and whether it’s you.