Words gush rapidly,
From the nib of a willing pen,
Aching for closure,
Yet knowing there is none.
The story not yet ended,
Causing a flood of emotion,
Thoughts and feelings,
Cascading through the depths,
Of a soul ravaged and tortured,
By love.
Love is my own worst enemy,
There is no escaping it,
The pleasure often too much,
The pain equally deadly.
I bow down in obedience;
I am loves bitter slave.