Inundation
What do I have here
In my mobile?
Jokes, Quotes,
Poems and Prose.
Words of response
Buttered with humour
Candour, warps of ‘dear’
And a seemingly friendly
Call to me:
I being his ‘buddy’.
Though he knows
That to me, he is
No more that friend
Of mine I once loved.
These baubles, trinkets
And candies of sugary
Sweet smses that he
Keeps sending me…
Often telling a tale
Of how miserable he is
And yet he is doing these
Things to please me.
Does his plight warrant
Any sympathy?
No, Never. Not anymore
From me. I’ve had the bitter
Taste of his fake friendship
When he turned out to be
More a foe than a friend -
Letting me down in every way.
No going back that way.
I know if I give in to his
Wayward charms, feeling
Vulnerable as before…
He’ll leave me writhing in pain.
And all my hurt will bolster
And boost his swelling pride
Of a victorious conquest on
The vanquished lover in me.
So let this inundation of his
Friendliness continue…
Let him play his cards well
Now I know how to play them too.
I’ve seen his lack of empathy
His vacant ‘care’ of empty words
The scars of my painful past -
Still revive those ghastly memories
That so often floods me…
In a deluge of silent tears
And sleepless nights.
Now, he has all the time for me
The once ‘busy’ man
Who made me await his mails
And messages for weeks and
Months endlessly…
As if he was a VVIP.
When I used to query about his
Prolonged periods of nonchalant
Silence. He used to tell me not to
Expect as Expectations beget Pain.
That very same man
Now talks of living life
With hope.
He knows that he has lost me
For ever…
So what is the point of all this
Hypocrisy?
May be with all his
Inundation of ‘feel good’
Messages, he is trying to
Offer himself some
Self-consolation
With the hope of a
Reconciliation
As a lost and found
‘Apu’ that I was to him.
But all said and done,
I have only this to give him:
A Reminder – Don’t Expect.
I may cause you pain.
Don’t you know that
Expectations don’t beget
Love, care, warmth and
Reciprocation.
They only beget Pain.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Related quotes
So Hurt
Its hard I know to understand
Nothing lasts for ever
The things you used to say and do
The places you would go to meet
When you were together
You set your face against the tide
The harsh words that were spoken
But after all the anger
The shouting and the tears
You found your heart was broken
Fight the tears
Fight the fever
Dont give in
Soul deceiver
So hurt
With the pain you cant hide
So lost
And lonely inside
So hurt
When the feeling has died
So hurt
With the pain you cant hide
So lost
And lonely inside
So hurt
When the feeling has died
Just like the clock went back ten years
To make a new beginning
To work out how to live your life
To take the board and play the game
And recognise youre winning
Your memories mean nothing now
Youre just a little older
Moving forward with the crowd
Silent fears but laughing loud
Not wiser but just bolder
Fight the tears
Fight the fever
Fight the hurt
Dont give up
So hurt
With the pain you cant hide
So lost
And lonely inside
So hurt
When the feeling has died
So hurt
With the pain you cant hide
So lost
And lonely inside
So hurt
When the feeling has died
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Pain Is My Friend
pain is my only gain,
pain is my friend,
pain so deep and cold,
i feel at home with the dark pain,
i love pain pain is my friend,
pain will bring back my love,
pain will give me life once again,
pain so deep and cold,
is the only way i can have,
my love and my friend,
pain is the worlds friend,
pain shows us if we do wrong,
pain shows us who we are,
pain is not only in the dark,
but in the light as well,
pain is so deep and cunning,
pain can show me who i am,
pain shows the world who we are,
pain is my only friend,
with out love theres pain,
with out anyone theres pain,
with out the sun with out the moon,
theres pain so as you can see,
pain is with us and always will be,
pain will never leave its a marriage,
its a soul and a part of you,
that will never leave,
pain is my friend and it is your too....
poem by Richard Belis
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Why Me?
Why me?
Why does it seem like bad thing happen to me.
Is it wrong?
To think that I’m the only one with bad luck.
What do you do?
You want to ease the pain but, how.
Will it ever end?
It don’t seem to go anywhere.
Who will help me through?
When I’m feeling down?
Will somebody show me the damn way?
Somebody got to know.
I feel like I’m all alone.
Nobody want to admit that there’re in pain.
What the fudge that about?
Population of 1 is really not that cool.
Will anybody give a damn?
How I’m feeling?
Will anybody care?
Somewhat, but can’t understand the pain.
The pain that I want to ease, deep inside.
All because you not by my side.
Life is really messed up.
Taking people you care about away,
Leaving you here with pain.
Nothing you can do.
Except sit and cry
And ask god why.
Why take them?
Is there a good reason?
If that the case take me too.
Take me from this pain.
Take me because it what you do.
You took my friend, and yet you can’t end mine.
No matter how much I beg or cry.
You want me when it my time.
When will that be?
When I decide I want to end this pain,
Once and for all.
11-06-08
poem by Mona Martinez
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The Pain I Can Control
The pain I can control
The pain that makes me whole
The pain that stops and brings some tears
The pain that erases all my fears
The pain that I inflict with this knife
The pain that might be last in my life
The pain that brought me to my knees
The pain that woahed me full of pleas
The pain that made me see the light
The pain that is bringing me home tonight
The pain that is wrong and bitter
The pain that makes me feel fitter
The pain that my friends say is wrong
The pain that makes me feel so strong
The pain that makes my friend sad, and cry
The pain that makes her want to die
The pain thats not just pain to me
The pain that makes everyone see
The pain that thats tearing me apart
The pain thats ripping apart my heart
The pain that I'm addicted to
The pain I can't give up. Not even for you..
His Call
That evening
I sat down to write
My very last mail
To him.
And while I was writing
I could feel
My aching heart
Throbbing so loud
I could hear
Every beat of it
Pulsating with pain.
And still I kept writing
My very last mail
To him.
Though my eyes
Felt blurred
With all the tears
That rushed asunder
Streaming through my cheeks
And yet I brushed them aside
And wrote
My very last mail to him.
And when I had done
All the writing
I took a long, last look
At that letter of mine
Re-reading every word of it
That I had written to him
With all my heart...
Those precious moments
Were so endearing to me
For I felt that
Once this mail goes
I won't be able to
Write to him anymore
No more of those
Diary mails of mine
I used to write to him
Everyday.
For I had made a Promise
Never to go back
To him.
And that promise I had made
To him and to myself
With all the pain
And the agony
That had shrouded me.
Yes - that promise has stayed Intact
And I would abide by it.
And I haven't faltered...
Though my tender heart feels
So very Bruised.
And even though
The other day
He called me up
And I heard
His broken voice
Over the phone
Saying that
He had read my mail
Explaining himself
How he was...
How very dear to him
I have been
How very close
To his heart.
I just listened
And yet his garble of words
Were beyond me now
And more than his voice
His words of care
I could hear -
The waves of silence
That had engulfed me.
He did all the talking
And I -
All the listening...
And yet,
Today - when I look back
I don't feel like going back
To him anymore.
And I know he might call again
Asking me if I am cross.
In life's such delicate
Situations -
Being angry doesn't help
So why should I be?
It is just that
I don't feel like
Writing to him anymore
The pain is just too much
And so are the scars of the past
Like scabs on the skin
Bleeding every now and then.
And so that was my last mail
My very last mail to him
And his call for a truce
I had to choose...
Truce with him
Or truce with my silence.
And I looked back
At all the hard times
He had given me -
All the pain of the past years
That kept reverberating inside
Like the Tinnitus of being Deaf.
And I thought
I would call it a truce
A truce of realisation
A truce of acceptance
No - not with him.
But - A Lifetime's Truce
With me and my Destiny.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Pain
There seems to be spaces that couldn't can't be filled, I feel empty almost unreal, I feel I am no longer a human being, just a skeleton amongst living beings.
Where did I go wrong, when did I seemingly start to lose that smile, did I walk down the wrong road, am I a lost soul, have I lost control.
U know all I seem to do is fake smile, pretend to be fine, laugh even as if I am having fun, but slowly inside I die, will I ever be fine.
If I may ask am I even myself at this time, is this pain gonna take a while some indefinite time.
How do I begin to define this sad pain, this permanent stain, this heart piercing engraved pain?
I miss being in love and in the same breath loath it as well; I have come to a point where I don't care, I can't spare/neither prepare to love again.
I just can't just can't anymore give this already broken heart to anyone gain.
It's just amazing how it just blossoms like a sweet scented rose at the start, and just like that collapses almost harshly deliberately stomped upon, a once alive rose (Love) u chose. Left to die a silent death, out of breath, a love now coming to an end.
But in the end only God knows what plans he has for the human race.
poem by Thato Maluleka
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Let Me Help You
Let me help you to be happy
In return you can help me
Let me help you as a friend
I will be here for you till the end
I will go slow if thats what you need
I will wipe away your tears and I will no longer let your heart bleed
Let me take you away from all your torment and pain
Let me help you to feel the rain
Let me help you to know love is real
Let me help to not be scared to feel
Let me help you to know not everyone wants to hurt you
Let me help you know I won't let you be blue
Let me help you feel on top of the world
Let me help make your vison unblur
Let me help you out of the darkness
Let me help you no matter what the situation is
I won't let your heartbreak anymore then it has
I won't make you hurt the way everyone else has
I want to help you so much because I can't control how much I care for you
I want to make you happy cause it kills me to see you blue
I look into your eyes and the pain makes me want to cry
I feel all the times you've been betrayed and curl up inside
You don't know how much we really do have in common
You look at it as nothing
I know your pain for i've experienced it
I know your fears for i have lived them
I want to take it all away and make it better again
I want to and will wait to be more then a friend
I will get you whatever you need and want
The way I care about I can't stop
I know you see it but are afraid and push me away
Because you think I'll be the same
But I'm letting you know I'm not and I am just as afraid as you are
I know how it feels to see love and feel all the pain from before
I want to help you because we can help eachother
We can end this hurt together
Just give me a chance and I garuntee
Toghether we can be happy.
poem by Jean Pullman
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Pain Of Existence Without.....
It was pain of existence without your phone calls.....
This pain was not related to time, as time moved on.....
but the pain remained, pain and more pain....
without a phone call from you........
Time started moving, but there was no phone call, , , , , ,
I was lost with the acute awareness of this great pain.....
pain and more pain......
I wish I could tell you how much your phone calls mean to me, , , , ,
what if we have not met, what if we have not seen each other
but dear your phone call is what makes me pull through my day....
your voice is a magic to me, it is music to my ears....
but dear you never called.... and the pain remains...
The pain reminds me of the wonderful times we had....
the long phone calls.... your voice, your silence, , your moans
all this was so wonderful, which meant so much to me....
but dear you never called........
come back and call me dear...... and tell me how much I mean to you
call me once my love........
I wait for your magic voice, for all wonderful things you tell me....
for all the beautiful moments over phone we had.......
I wait with great pain, pain and pain.....
Just to hear you..... or get a message from you
Your messages are my breakfast, my dinner, , , ,
I sleep thinking of you hearing you, reading you...
I wake up to read your message..........
But dear you never called you never messaged....
come back just once my love come back
I just want to tell how much I miss your voice.............
Hurt
Leaving him hurt
hurts more than a broken bone
and then you came along
so perfect so sweet
and then so quickly you disappeared
my heart already shattered lost hope
leaving me crushed into pieces
I thought I could heal
once again become whole with you
but it looks ill only be hurt once more
now in pieces I sit an I burn
slowly turning into ashes
my heart is no more
for I lost hope to ever love again
because everytime I do I'm hurt
I can't feel loved anymore
as I never was before
I can no longer love
as I don't know how to anymore
this will leave me torn
for the rest of my days
as I can no longer have your heart
all I have is pain
the pain that's left behind
and that feeling no one needs
that feeling of being hurt
poem by Kerrie Maurer
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The Period In Your Long Sentence
there comes a point in your life
when you simply do not care
you give love and yet you still do not care
if they give you the same love in return
they give you pain and still you do not care
you have no pain to give them you have actually
nothing at that point in your life when
pain and love too become nothing at all
equate that with that point of no return when
you do not look back not even afraid that something
may turn into salt or stone you simply do not care
because there is nothing to really care because
you are nearing the endpoint of your existence and your
mind and heart are focused on that something
that you do not know but hundred percent sure that it
is something that you cannot exchange with what passed
between the grip of your hands between the hold of your
fingers: nothing snaps, something completes itself
you are full and you long for nothing anymore
'it is there! it is there! ' that is the only
proclamation. The past fades. The present shrinks.
The world becomes a period in your long sentence.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Just Wanting To Be Understood
No one understands
No one comprehends the pain I feel
No one cares
What happens to me
No one cares
How I end up
Anger running so deep inside
I've been hurt on too many times
Pain strikes with every thought
Of how life used to be
Friends and loved ones lost
Relationships once had ignited
Everything in life killed
By one feeling
ANGER
Pain streaks through my veins
As I try to feel what I used to
As I try to imagine
The good old days
When everything was better
When someone actually cared
The pain never leaves
From way back when
Images stuck in my head
Thoughts never said
Life sinks into a hole
No one notices what happened
Disappeared and never returned
Best friends never again
More pain hits
Nothing ever the same
Anger so deep you want to kill
Given the chance you probably will
Hatred, pain, past memories relived
Wondering what is in store
How you hate the life you live
Want to hide
And never return
Die and never be seen
Live a different life than you lead
Get out and roam
You've tried before
Never quite got out that door
Always one more thing to do
Never time for just you
No one ever seems to care
Life was better somewhere else
Death seems so much better
But deep down inside
You know it's no the answer
Get out you scream
To your pain
Leave forever
And come not again
Hatred is the cause of this all
Nothing understood by those who care
They don't seem to know you're there
They hear but don't understand
They see but don't comprehend
Life so simple never repaired
Everything seems so useless there
Killing all around us
Between ourselves
Wanting to get out
Of this world we live
Death seems the answer
Yet never said
Tried so hard but never won
Anger towards ones your supposed to love
No more trust
To him you give
Hurt you one to many times
Permanent was the pain
Bruises from his anger you recieve
More anger you then get
Killing not the answer here
Wishing it was
So you could be free
One more freedom you would get
If he weren't around to hit
Anger can't be released anymore
Trouble is caused to much
Always more pain from it
What to do you do not know
Leaving for good would be so great
Getting out of something so bad
Worse than thousand about to die
poem by Dani Sears
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Air
the air is warm yet feels cold to me
as i smoke my cig and try to breath
thinking and crying tears of white
as the tears roll down my cheeks i think
i think of why the world is changing so much
and why things go bad
i realize good things go bad
to teach you a lesson you must learn
and no matter how much you get hurt
learning these lessons
it all works out so you know
wiping my eyes and earasing all sighns of sadness
i put my smoke out and take one last look at the sky
wondering who's feeling the way i am
i know everyone goes through it
but some times stuff gets out of controle
if things are supposed to get this bad
will they get way better after?
like a loss of air from my lungs
my heart pounds and my chest hurts
i am silent and keep it in
but some times it comes out
life is like this for all of us
some live through
and some decide to eliminate the pain
by eliminating themselves
self mutilation is one of them
it takes away the other pain for a while
and makes it so you focuse on your mutilation
as time goes by it becomes a habbit
it takes over but then suddenly
you find people who love you
and care about you
and help you all the time
they are your best friends and or your lovers
you come to find that you dont need to do it anymore
cause they will always be there to catch you when you fall
i should know i have a best friend/sister and a lover who help me
i used to cut alot now i jst look at my scars
and find they love me for who i am
not what i look like or what i do
so my dear friend and lover
i love you and thank you
poem by Sandy Vanity
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I Remeber
'All my life,
I've been searching,
until that day when,
I met you.'
These words seem foolish,
to me now,
just looking back,
I fell for that? !
What did I know,
nothing I suppose,
for now I see,
you never meant a word.
I hope one day,
I can look back,
and understand why,
you did what you did.
But until then,
I just sit,
in pain and agony,
because of you.
I hope one day,
you'll feel such pain,
then realize how badly,
you hurt me.
I know it's wrong,
to wish pain on another,
but I really want you,
to understand all this.
But that's long in the past,
though days I still dream,
of the times we shared,
and what you meant to me.
We had something special,
but it never lasted long,
but those days leading up to it,
I'll never forget.
The way you let,
your heart do the talking,
the way you just,
were all you could be.
The way our eyes met,
the way our hands touched,
such perfect days,
now just dreams.
I would get lost,
in your eyes,
and keep silent,
as you spoke.
I remember those days,
do you as well,
remember the time,
my heart skipped a beat?
The laughs,
the tears,
the love,
and warmth.
But I guess,
it's all in the past,
there's nothing I can do,
but just let go of you.
poem by Katherine Bryce
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Trust
To trust someone
To be trustable one
To love without doubts
To beloved
without whys
Do not forget my friend
Every relationship in our life Is based on trust and faith
You can't love and beloved
If the trust between you is lost
So keep this advice in mind
Be aware my friend
To not betrrayed Someone's trust that can hurt your pride
I want you to always feel proud
Once the trust is lost Nothing could help you in vain
To gain back again
The lost trust to gain
Between two hearts the flame
Of love so soon turns to ashes and pain
Respect of love gets lost
The meaning of love when foist
Only the bad memories stay
They always remain the pain
There in the minds will be left
Those painful memories and the woundful honesty and the trust
With every mention of love
They always bleed in hearts
While the love is lost
Nothing else is left
Just bitter memory of love
Filled with hate and blame
When the pride of love
Will forever cry Alone in the flame of the self blame
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Donna's Story
I spend alot of time writing poems, telling my story
Most are kind of sad, doesn't offer much glory
My best friend is my paper and my pen
It brings me back to places I have been
Some hold sorrow, some hold cheer
Some hold memories, that are very dear
In some I write about great pain
But most of all, I don't write in vain
If one of my poems can touch your heart
Then, I consider my writing some kind of art
I would like to touch, the lives that have been hurt
Want everyone to know that they must stay alert
Pain and fear isn't a choice for many
In all my years, I've sure had plenty
So if my words can help you heal
Maybe my new life, you can feel
Don't pity me, because I've been made whole
I've taken back my life that other's stole!
poem by Donna Nimmo
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Though hell should bar the way,
A friend is a friend,
well beyond the end.
Because a friend lives in the heart,
the soul,
which turns into sweet memories,
when you fall apart and lose control.
A friend, is SURELY a friend,
well beyond the end.
Because a friend shares good cheers,
through sadness and tears,
letting you know that you have a friend here.
A friend is a friend,
well beyond the end.
Because a friend is there to;
Bear pain,
bear witness to the fact that you care,
And gain,
Gain the fact that;
through sorrows, grief, and pain,
*though hell should bar the way,
share laughter and smiles,
well beyond a mile.
Because a friend can be there,
-be there.
Because a friend can be there
at any expense,
at any given time.
poem by Abigail Marie
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Goddess of Pain
Oh Goddess
Of Pain
What will I do
Without you
Everyday
You bless me
With the feeling of pain
You make me hurt
Every single day
Do you like to
Hurt me so much
With all the pain
You give me
You tear my heart
Apart so much
I cant stand it
I try to stitch it
Back together
But you dont want
That to happen
So you just tear open
My new heart
Sometimes I wonder
If what you give me
Is not a gift
I wonder
If it is
A curse
That you pledge on me
I dont know
What I shall do
With you watching me
Every single day
Making my life
Miserable then ever
Some pain is good
But I have one little question
Just for you
Will you please
Let up a little bit
From all the pain you give me
I cant take it
Anymore
So please
Just think about it
And hopefully
Youll understand
I am just human
That is not the strongest
In the world
So like I said
Please
Just think about it
I know I will
Be thinking about it
Hoping that you understand
Because it hurts so much
I cry myself
To sleep every night
Wanting the pain to go away
I feel very tired
Right now
So I am going to go
And cry myself to sleep
Wanting you
The Goddess of Pain
To take away
All the pain
You have given me
From day after day
poem by Allison Unknown
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I don't know what to say....
When my old love for you dies a new love blooms. If I loved myself as I love you, a God I would become. When I am lost in the desert of despair, my memory of you is my mirage. A river of sweetness is your tears, their passion is my elixir. If there be no pleasure in our love anymore, than the pain of the pleasure once felt is my consolation. To others peace is the love of solitude, you are the love of my solitude. My heart is lost in thy abyss, and its dark depths I cry. O sweet love O sweet love! My love is in thy sigh. Thy voice brings sweeter messages than the angel Gabriel. If thou chose to hate me, I hate myself the more and thy hate I love, like hate has never been loved before. Underneath the veil of thy shadow my soul does softly glow. On thy skin, my color, does so eloquently express, the universal of love that beats in every poet's chest. I don't know why my heart beats the chords of love to me this day, but I hope they beat forever and to this charm I pray….. When thy speak of being misunderstood, my love echoes in thy heart. If I were to die, all my dreams and aspirations would be attained by thy one sweet breathe no death could take away. God should not give thee to one, one should give thee to God. I have nothing else to say, but sometimes all the expression of the beauty of the love I feel for you gets stolen by three words… I love you.
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Letting Go Today
today i am letting go of all the pain
today i am letting go of everything
and after today i will leave here knowing that you did love me
and i believe that things will change
all the things that were left unsaid
all the things we never did
i am letting go today
mom i am letting you go today
i understand that i have made some mistakes
some which i am still paying for today
but i am ready for change. it takes two to fight
and i refuse to fight anymore after today
dad i am letting go today
you gave me the best seven months of ma life
you showed me that everyone is not the same
and have different ways with dealing with things
i hurt you but i am letting all that go today
all the lies and the tears in ma eyes
tory i am letting go today
i was confused
had noone in the world to tell me what to do
i have so much pain and hate but im letting all that go today
i am humen and i dont always have the answer for everthing
i am tryen but i need to try harder.
so i am letting maself go today
all the hurt all the pain
i promise you i am letting it all go today
poem by Destiny Tatum
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You Are The Pain (part 2)
You Are The Pain and
You Are The Joy (part 2)
You are the Pain and the joy,
on the stage of life.
You are the pain, when your are distant
from me and you are the joy in my
memories of you.
You are the pain, when your touch, I
can not feel and you are the joy,
as I hold you near.
You are the pain, when tears you
have caused, and you are the joy, for the
laughter in my life.
You are the pain, when indifference enters
our life and you are the joy, when you
place me before others.
You are the pain, when you busy life, has
little time for me and you are the joy,
when there is just us.
You are the pain, as you seek that which
glitters in life and you are the joy,
as you are immersed, in the makings of God.
You are the pain, when angered and abrupt
and you are the joy when seeking
to make amends.
You are the pain, when anger is your
roadblock to reason and you are the
joy, when you step back and seek
a solution.
You are the pain, in you compulsives and singleness
of purpose, to be successful...and you are
a joy, when you blanket those you
care for, with love.
You are the pain, when impatience leads you down
an uncertain path and you are the joy, as you
carefully plot a pragmatic course.
You are the pain, when you listen...but
do not hear and you the joy, when
patient and understanding.
You are the pain, when other matters,
substitute our love, and you are the joy,
when we are fused together as one.
You the a pain, in our spirited
disagreements, and you are
the joy, as you say, I love you.
The lesson we know well, that in
this life, there is no joy, unless
there is pain.