Love; curse or gift

Standing in the doorway like an outsider looking in at my life only seeing tears and pain.

Many times I cried and many times I've vowed

Never again to sustain my heart to sorrow and pain.

Hopelessly bound to loves tight grip,

It can be life's greatest gift,

Or life's cruelest curse.

Standing in the doorway,

With tears in my eyes,

At loving and not living,

Seeing and not touching,

Breathing and suffocating,

For the gift of love,

Once again has played its cruel game

It's prize is my heart full of pain.

written by sacheen kahele