Here is a poem I wrote on love:
I tried to shield this heart from love
To spare myself the pain
Forlorn indeed I fell
And this endeavor wrought my shame
Because I could not face the depth
Of feelings you inspired
I ran away
How could I know
I'd burn in hell's vile fire?
I tried to pick the pieces up
. Abysmal
. . . Broken
. .. . . Charred
A semblance of normality
I worked for very hard
Thusly mired I struggled
Both to end and attain flight
Striving to excise the wound
And cease my despaired plight
But always irrevocably
Your image came to bear
My being strained to fill the void
With love I could not share
Ever present buried deep
Within my tortured soul
My love lay pining hidden from
A world which seemed so cold
How could I have so erred in life
To plainly lose my way
Ignoring my emotive will
Keeping my self at bay
By thinking I'd be happy
In fulfilling others' hearts
Relentless death crept on me
And eclipsed my vital spark
Written by Magenta in 1988