Most of the people that I’ve known
once told me that love has it's two  faces.
First is happiness,
and second is darkness.

At the prior days that you are with me
I saw things differently than before,
All the ideas and thoughts within my system turn upside down --
where all of my actions – that once are on a fugue state, before you happened
were impulsively heaved their way to merely exhibit
how you thoroughly mean to me.

Without fully knowing that was already the first face of love – happiness.

Until the day I truly dread to exist, occurred.
You introduced the soul you treasure the most.
The woman standing right before me is the one you about to marry.
After those assertions from you hit me like a blow.
It coaxed all the negative things in this world.
Yet, as much as I loved to shout out how much I love and will love you, I can’t.

Accepting and living happy for the soul I love from afar, perhaps the second face of love – darkness.