Incandescent

Beggar of Love You don’t know love. If you did, you wouldn’t have carried misery like a crown. You would’ve shown how greatness and beauty can be human. You don’t know love you abandoned it in the void of your heart. Buried, it faded. That’s why you are eternally miserable, merciless. Your spirit roams the earth, seeking a hope, a shred of peace in vain. It was within you. You killed it. Your soul is lost. Beggar of love, you are, and shall remain.