Hey Well, a long time since I've written probably anything. This is just another one of my far-fetched imaginations No need to elaborate as its pretty straightforward. It stuttered with a broken wing, sat beside me, as I was wondering... "So why love hurts?", I asked the dove, As it perched down on its alcove. And lo! It spoke to me as if it were a man with a whiter face! Its an olden tale, it said; older than your entire race: "It was a war the men had fought, for all the lust their greed had wrought. "And 'twas too late, for the love had died; in its solemn breath, it only cried: "Let there be me, in all of you. In all your hearts, be sewn into. For all the pain that you caused me, let me live inside of you." And on with its broken wing, lived the dove to tell the tale: "That once upon a time, lived the men, and lived the love amongst them. But still they fought, sparred to death; and it was crushed in the chasm beneath." "And why love hurts, so now you ask? Its trying to mend your undeserving heart. The love in you is only a fraction, and you feel the power of human attraction. "And for all the pain you once gave love, it only gave you a tiny frown. So you might know not to hurt someone, or else this love could take you down."