The color of your cheeks when you first laid your eyes on her
The color of her lips when you first kissed her
It is the blood rushing through your veins every time you see her smile
It is the anger you felt when she told you, you are not worth while

Pain is a beautiful thing, isnt it?
In pain we achieve a higher mind set of life, such as "I will never do that again". False, you will till you stop feeling pain.
Remember that time you confused love, with a life lesson?

Pain is power, it can create body builders and models. Pain *****, to feel for someone who doesnt feel the same way.
Pain is loves opposite, not hate.  Pain is that same deep hurt of emotional stress that interferes in everyday life, such as love.  

The after math of love, or even liking someone causes a pain that flows through you like boiling blood, nothing can take your mind off it.

Tes pas, enfants de mon silence,
Saintement, lentement placés,
Vers le lit de ma vigilance
Procèdent muets et glacés.

Personne pure, ombre divine,
Qu’ils sont doux, tes pas retenus !
Dieux !… tous les dons que je devine
Viennent à moi sur ces pieds nus !

Si, de tes lèvres avancées,
Tu prépares pour l’apaiser,
À l’habitant de mes pensées
La nourriture d’un baiser,

Ne hâte pas cet acte tendre,
Douceur d’être et de n’être pas,
Car j’ai vécu de vous attendre,
Et mon coeur n’était que vos pas.

In English:

Your footsteps, children of my silence,
Saintly, slowly placed
Towards the bed of my watchfulness,
Approach, muted and frozen.

Pure one, divine shadow,
How gentle, your cautious steps are!
Gods! …all the gifts that I can guess
Come to me on those naked feet!

If, with your lips advancing,
You are preparing to appease
The inhabitant of my thoughts
With the sustenance of a kiss,

Do not hurry this tender act,
Bliss of being and not being,
For I have lived for waiting for you,
And my heart was only your footsteps.