The willow of paradox

Forever and for one alone,
oneself and with it only
lonliness.
To rephrase: its misery
that me me me is all our hearts
will ever see.
And again: so cold the mold that grows so old
convinced
when love is only sold.

Or rather I choose to no longer believe
that two loves together a thread do weave,
for a for-each-other hides their true for:
affirmation of oneself and nothing more.

Knowing this I should choose to abstain
or refrain from trying to attain some bliss:
the kiss of joy that waterfalls tears
for years, a memory that never fades,
but aides the recollection of what was just said,
it's dead: all love is just...the above.

I could never have expected:
desire fulfilled I will have rejected.

a perfect love fills up the sky
and bliss rains down with every kiss
While tears of miss fill up the air
and there will be for years and years
such care I could never expect
Desire fulfilled I would reject.

Convinced and "love" becomes just
a must,
or else it's only lust.