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.