Love always shatters

We can't say that love crushes
We can't tell about this hard matter
We can't live of this substance
If we didn't lose in love.

We can't cry for it
We can't sing of it
We can't write of it
If we didn't lose our heart in the fight.

Is there a reason to suffer for love?
Is the world so sadist to accept what feeds on our pang?
Can we eat away our soul for this?
Are we so human to deny ourself from happiness?

But God provided us with a small needle
that pricks the heart when we love,
there's no chance,
there's no way to give over love.

Ramona T.