Stephen Cahill Furlong (23 August 1992 / Holles Street, Dublin, Republic of Ireland)
Love Is Not Love But Pain
Should love really be love,
That's if it hasn't been returned?
How can it be love if the ones I've loved
Have only left my lovelorn heart churned?
Love plus no love equals pain,
Pain that only Cupid can heal.
If only it were possible he would assist me
In finding The One whose heart I'd finally steal.
I'd stare into her eyes yet receive no response.
There's never been a moment where my love is requited.
Is it fate or is it just the pain of failure?
Maybe a reminder that, for her, I'm just not fitted.
If it's my destiny, Lord give me a sign
That there is one out there who'll be all mine,
For only she will make my world shine,
A world where both of us will turn out fine.
Will my soulmate ever appear in the near future,
Someone I can love, loves me back, and maybe marry?
I haven't had such luck in the past, maybe never.
The possible life of a bachelor is too much a load to carry.
So standing in the centre of No Man's Land,
I fall to my knees in a shower of rain,
Forced to bear the one agonising truth:
That sometimes love is not love but pain.
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