PART TWO : Love : 7)

Despite my years spent surrounded by the blanket of death I am subjected to endure, I have lived enough of life to know love.
Love, it is a tricky thing; much different for someone like me.
For i am cursed with a heart of tragedy and lips of grave.
It is few, the men who have captured my thoughts, but sadly one always does.
Mind you, when my heart loves, it is not mere affection, it is devotion; it is forever, unending, just as I am.
But, as they are only men, only human, they do not live as long as I. And it is their voice that I will eventually hear among the waves crashing in my head. I will see their face and I will hear their voices plead, let me sign.