16th August 2000

Love, What is love?
An emotion similar to a plague
That fills the heart of the unexpected

Slowly, surely, with intent

When first discovered,
It's true nature remain masked
By hopes and dreams
Then by kissses and promises

Love consumes,
Consumes one's mind
Consumes one's body
Consumes one's soul

Till one day, dawn on one in love
That one have been claimed
Reduced to nothingness
Mind without sanity, body without warmth - souless

So, what is love?
Love is a fucking lie, a fragment of one's imagination
Resultant of loneliness and despair
Burning a hole in the heart of one, once in love.....