Love is as much about pain as passion, loss as lust. For the hope of keeping it, lovers sometimes sacrifice all.

There were voices onceThat told me storiesAnd took me through time and spaceBut now they are silentAnd all I can doIs to wanderAnd squander the time I have leftRegretting not letting the voicesCarry me away while I had them. There was a time onceWhen the course of lifeWas infinite and…