This is the cruelty of love
Which gives generously
Only to take it away
Half a second later.

This is the flaw of love
Time, which could not be grasped
Always chasing, thinking you have forever
But forever is over so soon.

This is the ugliness of love
When you feel as if you’ve been emptied
Stripped bare, but nobody cares
That you’ve lost everything.

This is the falseness of love
That to love eternally,
Is to have them in flesh until
The end of both your days

This is love,
That gut-wrenching pain
That confusion and anger and denial
And wishing you were dead because
Christ, what have you got to live for now?

Can you believe this is love? This is love.
When the storm of memories fill up your lungs
And you can’t breathe but you welcome death
But death does not come – it does not work that way
That to have a loved one die is to die yourself.

This is love,
What men have pondered over
Turning in their hands, trying to define,
To mould, to shape into something permanent
But love is strung on the thin thread of time,
And I laugh! Because what a joke!

I’m staring into vacant eyes
And I realise
There’s no more time.
No time. No time. No ******* time.
I’d gladly give you some of mine.
But I’d be in shortage, and you’d be in heartbreak
Help us, God, we have no time