We call it love. Or so should I say my definition of the curse

I closed my eyes. Closed them tight. Darkness. Fear. Death. Trust. Love. Mercy. Compassion. Each one circulating my mind. For how long was I to continue till this curse had escaped willingly from my soul. This was a curse. Love you called it. Happiness was it you titled it. Joy, compassion, strength.. Such feelings you brought with it. What was I to do with such love? When my happiness was for not long but felt eternal. When my strength was the reasoning to my weakness.


And my lover the air to my breath.