Love. Do I love her or is it the image that swells my heart. This contradiction drives me to an edge. I lool at her naked figure in bed. Instead of the normal conflict inside a man's being. I find my mortality before. This love will. No different than the breath in my chest. No different than the spinning sun. She is so beautiful laying in her bliss. I am but a frail man. Weak in my afflictions. Bound by the whispers in my head. Lile all in life I will fail. No matter the end. I had you. If only for a moment or a day. You were mine. I was yours. Prehap that is the meaning. The success of life
