Love is Bitter

Oh yes ! Truth, truth, truth is bitter

Nothing is ever granted to the soul,

Neither its glory, nor its burning coal.

When it thinks to open its core,

Its shadow becomes that of a sorrowful lore.

Love is bitter.

Its essence, a sea without clemency,

Where waves crash in somber frequency.

What can morning hope achieve,

When evening leaves them idle, naive?

Say these words, my life, and withhold your tears,

Love is bitter without tears

My tender love, my sweet rupture,

I hold you within like a wounded overture.

Those unaware of our woven fate,

Repeat after me the words that resonate,

And for your large eyes, which instantly fade,

Love is bitter, oh yes, now I'm fade

The time to learn to live, already too late,

May our hearts cry in the desolate night's state.

It takes so much torment for the smallest melody,

Of regrets to script a somber tragedy.

Of tears for a tune of profound nostalgia,

Love is bitter, it's a hard nostagia.

Life is Bitter

North Carolina, Nov. 2021

Remembering the pass

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