Then the pain came

Love always comes and yet we never know when,
It seems to devour the soul and leave us empty,
It becomes the meaning of existence and joy,
Leaving us but a doll to wandering people.

At first we wander like clueless children
Striving for achievements and glory.
Then we see someone... and our heart...

It never leaves us alone try as much we want,
The thought of that someone who pierced our heart...
And everything is well until we notice this
The fact that it seems the meaning of life now.

Someday we give in this affair for the joys
That other people promise us sometimes
But only when some time has come
We start to realize the pain...

The expectations, the longing, the jealousy...
And it seems to never let go...
But ending the pain by breaking up
It seems twice as painful.

Are we stuck?
Are we supposed to be?

Love and pain - they go together so well.