There is no greater inspiration

Than the pain in love compromised

No smaller force would compel

For silence,

For violence

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Nothing worse than the aching of separation

Such confusion derived

Beauty in that:

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Every flower petal fell-

As if life were grim

And we are in hell-

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The irony, how muscles ache for air,

But exposed to such, feels pain

-Too much desire

For loves burning fire

We hold it too close, try to put it inside,

It can't touch our flesh

For in extremity doth it reside:

To touch love is death

To see beauty is undeserved

-to feel joy is momentary

We wish for what we cannot have

There is no greater inspiration

To try for it

And die for it