Why do we love, God I ask you this<BR>As I fight the sadness, a mournful bliss<BR>What is this love that tears me down<BR>brings me to my knees, on the baron ground<BR>The love of my life has such a hold<BR>I sit in the darkness, my thoughts unfold<BR>Can this be love, full of sadness and fear<BR>For you my love I shed a tear<BR>Should love have conditions, doubt and crime<BR>Does it have limits and fade with time<BR>Is this true love, I know not this<BR>It has brought such sadness, a mournful bliss<BR>I am holding on by a string, unraveling so<BR>Where is the end, I do not know<BR>I pledge to you my heart and sole<BR>With no conditions, no control<BR>I pledge to you my life, my all<BR>To hold you up high and not let you fall<BR>I will wipe your tears and hold you tight<BR>Show you love with all my might<BR>I want to love, to share, to give<BR>I want to see, to feel, to live<BR>Is this true love, God I ask you this<BR>as I fight the sadness, a mourful bliss<P>I had a friend ask me to explain a "mournful bliss". So I will explain: It is sadness, lost in confusion till your existance is cloudy and you have cried so long you can't see straight. Almost like being real "STONED".<P><BR><p>[This message has been edited by eyes_wide_shut (edited August 24, 2001).]

EWS,<P>Now this one is stunning, I love it. I'm going to read it again, when my mood has lifted a little, but I say WHY do we love all the time right now, too.