Standing
at
the
edge
of
a cliff,
debating
on
whether
to
turn
back
or
jump...
my love for you is patient and unfailing
yet here is our end
staring us in the face
an old problem resurfacing
turning our placid bliss
into emotional upheaval
the juxtaposition of these emotions
love on hate on caring on conflict
cannot be the truth
not this witch's couldron of feelings
it cannot be us, this cannot happen
not to the model couple, the pillars we have
become
that people stare at with awe
and wonder how we found the keys
to this great love
but, oh, to be an individual again
to be free of this enmeshment with you
you and I are one entity
and are hence caught in the extremities of love
for from the greatest love
is born the greatest joy
but aslo the greatest pain
and then all is confused
emotions tangled in knots
to be free of all this would surely be a blessing
but without this pain, I would never feel thejoy
that grows and flourishes when I am with you
and so I would much rather love you
and bear the brunt of this pain
than be oblivious to the happiness we create
