Blessing or Curse
Love is a blessing, or shall she a curse?
A desirable feeling,
Yet will not quench my thirst.
Shall she my death, or shall she my life,
Love is fragile,
But deadlier than a knife.
Is she a healer who mends my heart?
Perhaps something different,
A killer who tears me apart.
Is she the summer breeze or winter's snow?
First and only love,
My heart aches for her; does she not know?
Love is a blessing; or shall she a curse?
She is my everything.
The answer I need not search.