The wounds of love

We are all wonderers lost in the desert of life With love as the oasis on which we seek to feed from. Seek to find, Find to quench the thirst of our being And thirst to feed into our being the joy it brings We taste its waters And cup into our hands the sweetness of existing in a naïve moment We swallow the bitterness of reality Succumb to ignorance And bathe ourselves in the belief of perfect moments in perfect existence. We believe in love. We believe in pain. Yet we forget that love and pain are a pair We hope to heal the wounds of an old love with new love And forget that if love hurt before, love will hurt once more… How then, do we heal the wounds of a healer?