The ones that seek love, spend their entire lives,
trying to get hold of that one special feeling.
The ones that don't seek love, are never captured by
the emotions whitin, sadly.
A lonely soul finds love, and harvests the sweet
joys that it offers, like a juicy apple,
in the garden of eden.
Blindly, he follows his heart, thinking it will always
remain true, and never betray him..
Love is not without irony, it seems,
as it selfishly reclaims all its extacy,
and that special feeling is replaced by
sadness and pain, emotional misery.
The soul becomes more lonely than before,
he even becomes more lonely every time he
thinks to have found, his one, true love.