Paradox

What is it anyway?
This thing called 'love'...

  A thought,
  A dream?
  A promise,
  A hope?
  A sonnet,
  A sermon?
  A feeling,
  A chemical?
  A light,
  A guide?
                   *sigh*
No m'dearest....

It's a nightmare camouflaged deep within the grandest daydream;
It's despair, betrayal, dishonesty and omissions of reality;
It's the eulogy of all you were before;
It's the ache emanating from every sustaining heartbeat;
It's blackness chasing the only rays of hope that remain within you
after this magnificent paradox
stains your very existence.