Separation, Edvard Munch (1896)
Matters of the Heart
Love is complicated to say the least.
Can tear at your heart like a hungry beast.
Then feeling the softness of pillows fleeced,
Yet to find in moments your heart increased.
Love is a giant roller coaster ride,
Feeling a high then quickly down you slide.
There are moments of feeling harm of pride,
Then there are times when you feel dead inside.
Is it best to not love at any cost?
Shielding your seeking heart with bitter frost,
Turning away for fearing of love lost,
Into a trash heap your heart to be tossed.
Love that lasts for just a single moment,
Is better than spending life in torment.