And I Fell In Love

I fell in love to feel the pain,
which otherwise would be impossible to attain,
to know what it is like to be thirsty in the rain,
and to be tied to a spot by an invisible chain.

I fell in love to get hurt,
to become a person of no worth,
to roam the street like an insane,
and to never be happy ever again.

I fell in love to cry all day and night,
to make my dumb heart and wise brain indulge in a fight,
to never see the light of the day,
and to get all my emotions being mercilessly slayed.

I fell in love to find myself seated among the drunk,
and then to be thrown out of the bar like a junk,
to burn myself with the cigarette's smoke,
and to gamble everything until I become broke.

I fell in love to be cheated,
to be very badly treated,
to be attacked with a dart,
by the person to whom I gave my heart.

I fell in love to become my own foe,
to be the reason of my misery and my woe,
to serve out a life sentence,
and to sell my heart for a couple of pence.

I fell in love to be chastised,
for ignoring other's wise advise,
that love won't make your life bloomy,
and on a contrary, it will make your world gloomy.

And most importantly, I fell in love, despite all these reasons, to be hers,
who makes my heart fly with a whir,
who is the reason I am still alive,
and because of whom I will happily suffer all my life.

~Cartitas, Lux et Varitas;
The Unknown Poet.