Love, be not proud for thy triumph each day; for the pain ye cherish to cause me.  Though some may call thee trifling, others a trifle, many bless thee - praise thee! Yet not I, ye who cause me anger, ye who cause me pain.  I know not what thou art - entity, deity, fiend, demon, devil, sprite, what? - but still I know thy true heart, thy nature, ruthlessly sweet, cruelly essential for life to succeed happily.
I condemn thee, foul thing, ye who basks in my torment; ye who basks in my bane.

Love, be not proud for thy catch in me;
Thy prisoner for life, most unfortunate me.
Each time, ye drag me into thy embrace;
Each time, ye fail to keep me forever
For I escape.
But how? Why? What have I done?
To be so ill-treated, abused, undone
By a demon-fiend possessing my soul,
Which will not, shall not, could not let me go!
Evil, I say, beyond all bounds,
to treat poor Child this way so often does she fall, to fall in thy embrace and be led, led away, like a dog on a leash.  This Child, poor thing, alone would she be had she known how so to keep - yet Love, so proud and haughty inside, captures her, claims her for Her own.

Peace! Leave me be! I've done nothing wrong! Why, oh why must thou tempt me so? Was once not enough? Twice, thrice, thou hath made it so.  How can ye drive me like a slave with no hope? Escape, escape, ye'll not free me this time - but how? Why? Will ye not explain this time? I did not ask, did not beg thee for this, this torture, this ill-treatment, this deathly bliss.

Nay, I lie: what was once bliss, a smile of joy, is now broken - joy? What joy?! Fie thee! Ye tempt, ye tease, do all but leave to put me at mine ease, but ye remain, clinging, like a limpet to a rock, and all for what? For what? To make me a beggar, a liar, soured and wrought?

Fie thee, Love, emotion so true one cannot escape thy claws dripping with grimy, over-abundant feeling.
What does it take to escape these clutches, to rip Her fingers from my stone heart, to pry Her loose?


And more importantly... will She break it, this granite heart of mine when She leaves, when She lets go?