When you will get tangled in the everlasting strings of love
You will let loose of many things
Reason, solitude, hate, and of course, sleep
It will be your heart speaking for you
Not you reason, neither your solitude, nor your hate
But your heart and your heart alone
Love will let loose of the oceans of madness within you
It will lift your soul to the heights unfathomable
And will orchestrate to the ends of your soul
But in doing so,
It will take a big piece from you
And when all of it will elude into the blue
You won’t be able to make sense out of your solitude, out of your reason, out of your hate, and out of yourself
Suffering will befall upon you
Lighting up with the sparks of pain, pity, rage and agony
The fire then will turn each and every bit of your soul into ashes
Yet on the other side of your soul
Love will find itself home again
Flickering with the flames of hope and despair
Shivering in the darkness
Shining weakly on the bruised heart
But nevertheless making a difference
Making a difference in the utter darkness within you
Love is, after all, a rhythmic flow of tides in the continuity of life