I can taste the sadness before it settles in,
On my tongue, it is like bitter fruit with notes of the sweetest ambrosia.
Sweet enough to seduce —
And as what it touches destroys, I remind myself
That from destruction comes beautiful things;
And I find myself pleased by its occupancy for its elegance persuades
And Sadness has taught me — that Happiness is an acquired taste.
Thinking about how "I love you" and "I have feelings for you" are two different things. Feelings are not permanent but love? Love lasts longer than the lover herself. It never ends, only grows. And that is both the best and worst thing about it at once.