It is painful to be loved!

Is there a wind that waves forever?
Is there any rain that doesn't stop?
Is there any sight, taste, and touch that has eternity?
Tell me somebody.

Gone are those thoughts,
Had bewildered with fuss.
Here comes the moon of hope,
Garlanded with olive leaves.

Why did they come to me?
To punish me for being born.
Did I sin to be atone?
But, I lost the guilt.

"Happy forever" was a mundane stop,
That was thwarted by a 'heart-in-eye'.
The blood was pumping onto me,
And was full wet.

Then, being a bowl of owe
Was not meant for me.
I wanted to go back to her,
For a countryside ride,
With my little world.
 
Resistance meant something else,
Reiteration of love was painful.
It mediates and escalate the pain.
She became my teacher,
for this thought: being in love is no more romantic.