His self-inflicted pain Would end this way. With silver blade, life he'd defeat. The hidden pain was never to repeat. Submit a poem for analysis. Oh, not these, Or others.
Love is an eternal bond Between a soul, with another.
Like waves, on an oceans beach. Without the others presence. Which gives, Never takes. A sincere desire To see happiness, Within another's eyes. But if Not Your sorrow has its joy, For that sorrow is drowned, By the other, With their smile.