To Never Love Again

To never love again.
To never love again would be the death of my soul.
It is so, that my very essence is that of a lover.
By nature I am held captive to reach that I can not grasp.
My complete entirety lies in the beauty of my love.
I am the sea and my love is the moon.
Pulling me, controlling me, seeking me, then throwing me.
My love controls the tide in that controlling me.
But my moon I will not reach. Universally he loves, covering all who seekith he, my moon.
If you can control the tide what is there to keep, to seek.
My love, though strong and condemning is true, to he, my moon.
I long to be a star, to lie in our sky with he, my love.
It would be too sweet, to never love again if we won't be.
If we cant be.
To never love again would be me acting in my favor.
In this my fragile heart will be savored.
Transforming me into worlds of numbness.
To never love again though poses for my future a fog of a bitter life.
Is also to be held up high, acknowledged, cherished.
Only the strong are dumb enough to love.
No longer do I posses such ignorance nor strength.
Knowledge has bread me into a weak coward.
For the next there is nothing left.
Neither love nor sex.
Too much, so much pain hath I felt.
Cause thanx to the sun, thy truth.
Has my moon hidden from my breath of existence.
Humiliation and shame reins over me.
To never love again would be a grieved over blessing.
No need for disguises.
I've welcomed the destruction of bitterness.
Must I never love again I will embrace the inevitability of loneliness.
For it is the way in which I come so I do not fear it if I go same.
Forsaken to never love again.