The love was too strong
It hid all the sufferances
The love went on too long
It followed the circumferences
Why would I write that
Why would I construct
Or record these utterances
Why would I want you to know
The chances that I'd taken
The hopes and the undulations
The love was too tough
It bid all the challenges
The love became too rough
It wallowed in the imbalances
Why would I write to you
Why would I deduct
Or inform the dalliances
Why would I share this
The images that were torn
As I stripped back the valances
The love was real
It undid all the differences
The love was to feel
To re-open the sufferances
