To die a death in love

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To die a death in love,
who can ever recover after that shove? 
You stand and watch it unfold,
thinking to yourself, "I'm so bold!
Nothing can hurt me now! 
I've prepared so well for this, wow!"

But the first glance over to your lover,
you will finally discover,
that your love wasn't enough, it was unneeded, 
someone else filled your shoes, they were heeded--
This reality you seem to accept, 
then what is this pain in the chest that intercepts? 

Soon you realise that someone has stabbed you in your heart,
with the sharpest knife from the cart. 
That will be the first time you will die,
unfortunately, protagonist, there is more to come, sigh! 
Can I protect you from the pain? 
No, impossible, it'll all be in vain! 

I will tell you why
this try won't fly. 
Once fate has decided that this is to be, 
who am I, who are we? 
It is a dance & we are spectators, 
Love, fate & all, are like dictators! 

The second third fourth time will come together,
when you will think of your beloved & his tether.
It won't be tied to you, as you will see, 
but to someone else entirely. 
It will shatter you to fragments & pieces,
and spread over your soul like diseases. 

Then you will look through the evidences, closely,
& think to yourself, "I can fit there mostly"
But this is a trap, I swear!
Dear protagonist, beware! 
It is a mirage that you will seek,
Disappointment will abound & your eyes will leak. 

The pain will feel insurmountable.
Ill thoughts will repeat, uncountable!
Alas, death, you will wish, should come for you, 
and once again, you will stand in its queue,
to take you far away from this hurt, 
that is making you feel inert. 

And it will come for the fifth time,
sadly, covering you with grime;
it will feel like underground you are being buried
and everyone around you will be worried. 
They will cry your cries & scream your screams,
for they will be your seraphim. 

Sorrow is a peculiar thing. 
It takes you so strongly under its wing. 
It will shackle you to the ground, 
acting like it is love abound. 

But soon you will see a morning come.
You will awake and make coffee some.
A smile will creep on your face,
when you think of your beloved but not their embrace. 
This will come sooner than you think,
maybe, I say, even in a blink! 

Remember, it will be excruciating, 
your heart will be suffocating. 
It will be an experience so unique,
life & death's biggest mystique;
it will be dying a death in love,
with only dark clouds above. 

But there is hope, do not fret!
I am here, your silhouette. 
The clouds will rise from your head,
and give way to the sun's warm rays instead.
Flowers will blossom and jolly songs will be sung,
by no one else but your tongue. 

Some day you will find what you are looking for,
Another love will touch your shore,
Maybe it will be a person,
Or a completely different version.
Like a rock or a cat,
or just yourself, look at that! 

My protagonist, you will be satisfied and loved! 
It will be far from what you feel now, a sorrow flood. 
So, let a smile out and hold my hand,
together we will face it and stand. 
It will be a beautiful duet, 
Of you and me, your silhouette. 


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