A Broken Heart is a Stained-glass Window...

Who would have thought there would be no freedom in broken bonds? Love is that strange thing that suffocates us as it gives us life. Oh, you don't know what love is? It is the shadow of the heart that diminishes in darkness fading to nothing... Yet in the roaring light, it swells and consumes! It darkens and sharpens until it towers upon mountains upon seas into the heavens! Shadow is memory... Do you remember? How the light felt warm? Oh, how it filled the soul and melted the pain; like summer rain it nourished the roots. All things soft and safe turned to the light and sheltered in the shade that love did provide. Yet, what is the light, if love is the shadow? It is the very sight of the hope for tomorrow.

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