Tis better to have never loved, never lost
Never felt the sting of emotion’s burst
Never had to cry and hurt.
People fairly sane
Wouldn’t in their right mind choose pain.
If it’s the cost of love; indifference I proudly claim
I refuse to be a guinea pig.
Be a victim of trial and error
For error might break my heart and the pieces I lose may be the essence of me
Am I to lose myself for love to find me
Or am I to find myself then lose it all to love?
And does love know of this arrangement?
or am I simply sick trying to justify the means?
Is love worth the pain of loss?
Does the end absolve me of guilt?
Make vanish the track of broken hearts and crushed souls I’ve left behind in search for it?
I have loved, I have lost.
Books have praised that
Wished luck to he who hasn’t.
Prayed he may find the bliss for which men die.
Why then, do I wish to be that person.
He has neither loved nor lost.
Tis better to have never loved,never lost
MUSE OF TRISh 