Truth of Love

My darling
You do not know
The sufferings of a fool
The incompetence of a bastard
Who knows only pain

Kissing the problem
Your need to heal
Transcends the need to love
To understand

The beauty of your eye
Sees the peak of a mountain,
Afraid to gaze at the bottom,
Well aware you might find,
The pit of darkness.

To you,
My dark a curse,
A withering disease,
And your arms the cure needed.

But the truth,
Stands in front,
Prideful and a sinner,
That it is love I crave,
And understanding I require.

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