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A man of dark past, and misery does not know love.

Even if it swatted his grumpy mood like an old bear would swap a man down.

Love is a different element.  Strong and promising, but also dark and mysterious.

All his written life, he has scribbled wishes for love.  Find no love until he has given up hope.

All those times, writing with tears of a lonesome drunken fool.

Asking the stars again and again, where has the lover gone?

Only the chilled wind caresses in a moanful answer.

Shivering the warmth out of the fragile body.

Drinking down all the temporary warmth and love

from a bottle of poison that is lustful partner for the evening.

Only in the morning does the damn fool, now a hung over fool, realizes he has it all wrong.

Now sober, sitting on a love seat next to his lover and he feels at lost.

All the anguish and dismal gone, ebbing and leaving a wreck.

All the tortured memories, pulled away by the departing tide of darkness.

Emptiness, hollow but yet there is a profound emotion throbbing there.

One of love, the strong and promising element.

The dark and mysterious emotion, but how does a dark man accept such a gift?