Without Love

Dark...

Light...

Total opposites...

Just like us.

How many have tried to separate us?

How many have said it will not last?

Far, far too many.

Why do they fight our love?

It's hard to understand...

But I think I get it.

This feeling,

That blooms in our hearts like a rose bud,

That burns like a candle's flame,

Burns bright and consumes us.

It is something they will never feel

This passion...

This love...

It's a foreign feeling to them.

I pity them really...

How empty their lives are without this feeling...

Without Love