Love

I ask myself this today, Most desolate of days. What is love? Is it like a red red rose Or is it instead just a hug and a kiss. No it is neither as I still ask the sky, What is this drug for which we would die? No answer comes down from the heavens, Again the gods have no mercy for me. I look in the mirror and start, For the answer is in the blackest of hearts. It hurts now that I see, The truth lies instead, in the devil in me. Now within I know, My love is pain and sorrow. My love will cripple and destroy, Hate, punish and steal from you. I ask this again today, Most desolate of days. What more is there to my love? The answer is yet still cold with truth. My love will manipulate and tantalize. It will lie and criticize. What is more, it enslaves and controls. My love is a mirage of heaven but lives in hell. I once gave my love as I looked you in the eye, But truly I wished you would die. I see the truth and cry inside, For all my life I have been the cause of pain. I remember I used to wonder, Why I never cared for another. My love is self-centered and thoughtless. Where it should care for you, it shuns and looks at me. I ask my demon today, Most desolate of days. Why am I so cruel in my love? The answer is written plain in my heart. The demon responds with a fiendish glare, And the sweetest voice; because I cannot share. I cannot share my joys and pains. My triumphs and my failures. For once my demon speaks no lies, He's stripped me of my alibis. The demon need not strike me now. The truth hurts more than any blow could. I cry out once more at the devil, For in the face of good I am evil. I wish that I could be rid of my terror, But he just sits and watches me in my torture. Finally I find my answer in plain sight. My demon knows that I wish to fight. Instead I look in his eyes And find the courage to say "I love you". Now my demon withers and dies, All of the pain I gave to my closest ties. Through my love and friendship. I inflict instead on my infernal companion. One final time I ask today, Most desolate of days. What now is my love? I wait in trepidation for my answer. But there is nothing to fear, My love is everything I now hold dear. It is joy, it is peace. My love will nurture and heal. I look to the angel by my side and say "Thank you for this gift today" She smiles and waves and as she goes, I feel a feeling of warmth and happiness. This is what love truly is.