insurgent,

Do not ever think that silence is oblivion, look at the ground below your feet, How can its surface fill of ice and deep beneath its bowels a thousand volcanoes..!
But alas, when she knows how enamored I'm in her love, she knew her place in my life and then she became insurgent, forgetting that;
To love... is to accept that love is unbearable hell yet life without it is unbearable bliss, Love does not kill lovers, it just makes them hung between life and death.
To love ... is to fight all obstacles for me, with me side by side.. Not to fight me in the name of obstacles and difficult pride.
To love ... isn't the words to ink nor is it a melody that can be played in an instrument,  It is a pure spirit that is endowed with an end to fulfillment.
To love isn't to watch our dreams fled .. or hopes going died, Existence with reason .. not life just passing-through the same as season.
To love is to let love gives you hope.. strengthen so we may to all obstacles can cope, Grant us wisdom to help us see.. The great way and to let us be.