The Torment Of Love Poem by Edwina Reizer

What is there of love
that can cut to the quick?
Whom but the lover
can feel the prick
of the arrow that darts
and imbeds itself
into the heart's
most vulnerable part.

What is there of love
that can be forgiven?
Whom but the loved
can abide while livin'
with the victorious feel
that helps to seal
that lover's spell
where they do dwell?

When there is pain
the pain is for two.
For what is it
the lover can do?
Can they soothe it away
and make painless the day?
The concern is endless
while the pain does stay.

And so in the end
the lover steps back,
afraid of the outcome
unaware of how to act.
The torment love brings
fragments the mind.
It's during these times
that love is unkind.