Has anyone ever escaped your feeling, dear Love?
Even the most nonchalant of souls?
Of your warmth and hurt?
Romance and tragedy?
Pain and gain?
Can anyone ever deny the heartache you cause?
But you are also hopeful like summer rains.
Because fearless after every wound,
The Martyr rises
Like a phoenix from ashes,
Picking up the thousand broken pieces
Ready to love again.
~ SURANYA