Love hurts and takes away your pain,
It only know how to give,
Or use you for its own gain,
But still we partake of its sweet gift.
We forget and regret,
But still it is patience with us,
It is bitter sweet in regret
We are but us.
Out of jealous love,
An ill-fated couple met,
And fell in love,
The ending only pain and suffering meet.
Child forged of heaven and hell,
Given a solemn duty,
Ring of the sad mournful bell,
Allow lovers to forget is its duty.
In the background,
Can one see it,
A nameless one who stands on the cold ground,
No one and nothing comforts it.
It is of the darkness and the moonbeams,
Happiest when allowed to be among flowers,
And to be caressed by the sweet gentle moonís beam,
Its motherís touch soft as flowers
It curses the light of day,
As it is harsh and does not allow it to forget.
It only hoped for the day,
The day it will be freed and be able to forget,
At last come the hopeful day,
Only to be freed and bonded by another,
To continue a different duty forever and a day,
Will it ever be able to be like another?
To be of flesh and blood?
Not to be it,
But one with a name, flesh and blood?
A real being and no longer an it?