Its been eons since I meet my old friend,
There were tears when our fellowship came to an end.
We spent many years on the path to passion and truth,
We fought all our foes with blade, fist, gun and tooth.
We defeated fear and his mistress the lady hate,
together we courted the sisters destiny and fate.
He reminded that I was alive and that living was worth the strain,
I wonder if we will meet before the end, me and my old friend pain.
is this suffering in love?
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its not really love of suffering. Its more like an acceptance of pain as an important part of life.
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Superb poem 😉
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thank you
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