Its better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all.
A phrase with such sweet sentiment;
A phrase we are told in order to bolster the power of love,
The power of a feeling,
an emotion, that surges though,
that empowers man to do anything.
But this is a lie.
For all of love's great powers;
the greatest of all is to fill us,
to empower us, and to make us feel indomitable,
there is a price.
Behind this force of nature lies an evil toll to be paid to the ferryman.

When man finds love, a hole is filled deep within the *****.
An entirely previously un-felt chasm.
This newly found feeling poured in us, as if from a mighty waterfall
only to envelop us in an armor against the world,
provides us with the ultimate weakness.
The power to lose.
The power to feel the absence;
the void left empty as though carried off with a rush of wind.
An assault to the system from an unseen attacker.
Suddenly our coat is gone, and we are left in the cold.

Naked

Without cloth

Without shelter

Without respite from the frost that chills us to our core

The brightest light cast the darkest shadow, I can assure you of this.
It is better to have never loved at all, than to have loved and lost.