Love is a privilege, never to be exploited.
It heals, it protects and secures. It does not spoil.
A passionate fire, tender and devoted. A single adoration.  
It is the light that guides those who have been lost and those who yearn to be found.
It is hopeful. It brings beauty to those who cherish it.
It is taken when it is given, reciprocated with no distress.

Yet this is no give and take.
And the lights can be turned off as easily as they turned on.
Blinding the hearts and minds that once saw the vibrancy in the infinite possibilities,
and creating an imbalance in the once stable world.

I have lost myself in a darkness, no longer aching for an illuminated path.
Only searching to disable these waves of affection drowning my thoughts.
And soon I will find, a lack of passion, a lack of hope,
they do not lead to hatred. They simply leave me numb.
With a pain so unbearable, that there is nothing left to trade.

The light has taken itself away from me, the spiteful light,
leaving behind only the memories of the last visible shadows that once were you and I.

And as I fade into the obscurity,
I stand alone with no hope to be found again.