Love,
The rare comfort,
Once found,
Embraced.

You never needed it,
but now that you have it,
You would give your own life,
To keep it with you.

Unfortunatley,
Comes tainted,
with raw humanity,
And the insecurities coming from within.

Only when it is gone,
Do you realize your mistake,
buts it's too late,
As depression has you by the throat.

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Khepary, in the year 61 MA.