the joyous pleasure of romantic suffering.

The Joyous Pleasure
of Romatic Suffering.
_________________

She sat staring
in silence for
hours but her face
said too much,
and he knew then
love was beyond
his power.

(or something
like a crutch.)

Why is it the
most memorable
Love stories end
in Death, Suicide,
or some other Un-
requited Tragedy?..

As if the World
is full of Cynical
Bastards who do
not Wish to Believe.

(in An Inspiring
Story.)
_

But, if She knew
now what the World
believed then (and
still secretly hopes
for) would it really
change anything?

This, Dear Reader
is A Paradox.

(which notes
The Joyous
Pleasure of
Romantic
Suffering.)

j.stephen.h.