Love

You cannot measure love the way you can the length of a rod or the height of a building

- Paulo Coelho, The witch of Portbello

No way out

No way out, no way out

From this dark dark circling mess

The more I struggle, wriggle

The more I get tangled in this net

There is not a ray of hope

There is not a way out

I just cannot go on hurting

I better put a stop to all this

When I try to cut loose

The knife goes to my flesh

My life oozes out

The net remains intact

I realized with a start

I still cannot hurt the net

This net is too dear

I loved at the cost of my life..