The Pain of Love

[Leera]

Impaled by the beauty of her blue liquid pools, I stare helplessly into her abyss of love.
Blue curtains, deep and vivid, hiding her soul behind clear windows.
Beauty lies deep, sleeping and unchallenged, waiting for the spark of longing to rise, waiting for the blue curtains to slid aside, So I can stare directly into her soul.
Built with beauty and preserved with passion the blue walls stands resolute, refusing me entrance.
Craving, my pity sparks of passion cannot break her standing fortress of love.
Hidden deep, her love resides, in an impenetrable castle.
The virgin waits, for the knight in white.

[PrinceMyshkin]

This is deeply felt and expressed passionately, but the suffering caused by love or the absence of love has surely so often been written about that it's difficult to have anything new to say.