Every time something beautiful
Becomes a constant in one's life,
It is ruined, destroyed.
Because Man, albeit forever searching
For that very beauty and goodness,
Cannot stand for it to remain untainted.
Man cannot comprehend love enough
To know it is more potent than even fear or hatred.
One can relish in pain, in it's clarity.
Pain brings strength,
Love brings happiness.
But what could one want with joy
When pain is so much more powerful?
Love brings about agony,
But love doesn't hurt.
The lack of it does.
