The Sorrow

The Sorrow

When needs become cravings,
Then passion is what cradles the soul,
Love then counts the cost of every heartbeat,
Every savoured moment of tenderness and gasp of desire.

Needs then become longings,
And regret become each moment that love dictates,
And the pain it brings quickly distorts,
It is then that it turns to sorrow,
Becoming a searing flame and that is when the pain truly begins.....