It's as moody as I can get right now. Hope it fits. jon If This Is Love J. M. Strother If this is love, then why do I feel this way? Like a wrung out rag by the close of every day. If this is love, why do you say such things? Can't you see the wounds, the pain it brings? I ask myself, when did the joyous spirit die? Once so happy, now we don't pretend to try. I ask myself, but I'm shouting into the void, how came this pass, when hearts once so enjoyed? Can nothing save us from our bitterly building fate? Or will only ruined rubble come from marriage's fine estate? Can naught be done, to bring us back from the very brink? For if we cannot reach out, then this not be love, I think.

 
~jon
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