Dark Love

Love is not temporary.
It finds not what it wants,
But what it needs.
Love is not dreams but
Must have needs.
Love is not the wave,
Or sunset sweet,
It therefore is the wire
And sometimes it is the seed.
It is not always cherished,
It perishes, Diminishes,
In true love instances,
It momentarily vanishes.
Love is not temporary, but
Temporarily forgotten, yet
more regularly remembered.
Love, it is not instant, or
Sudden - in anger love,
It is suddenly forgotten.
Pain is portrayed by the
Way love portrays it.
The forest of dreams or wood
Of disaster. Love it is
Darkness in matter
Of perfection. Love it is,
Battle from battle
By selection.

Boneata Bell


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