Cursed kiss of love

How is love perceived?
A moment, a fraction of time,
A split second that hurts eternal,
A wither that haunts the distant thoughts,
That wish to escape.

Is love the great mistress of life,
Or the eternal pain reminded,
A split second that lasts forever,
Left to the pendulum swing
Will our soul ache or suffer.

Is love merely hope,
Hiding behind the broken mask of wishes,
Making the human mind, feeble and withering,
To grasp on the cloth that slips away.

Falling, down the chasm of our own making,
We are left to wonder,
Was it all for nothing,
The memory of pain,
The bright glimpse of a kiss,
Which of the two embeds in our mind deeper?

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