love is never enough... or is it?

creep down the motion of nothingness,
calmed the surrounding sadness
it didn't occur the strenght of such test,
that things can dwindle by nature's jest.
what can one say when white turns stained,
is it always enough when love is faint
the smile on a face can make the sun shine,
yet how bright will it be till darkness intertwine.
a joker is seen holding up his act,
yet how can one know how much a joker lack
is it seen by eyes or felt by a heart,
or is it understood by only one art?
happiness is sweet yet subjective,
what makes one cry can make one's objective
nothing can save reality from fate,
nor a game of chest when the king is checked-mate.
then come the final truth we all know not,
that no matter how much we know of a dot
nothing can make things better,
when love is left scorned and bitter.
smile upon the sky so bright,
as the lord heals you with his might
it gets better in time we all know,
that bitterness and hurt will do go.

and yet, love is responsible for all that.

it's responsible for the happiness,
the pain and emotional gain,
the way we see things that makes us squirm,
the way we endure and hold on so grim.
it makes the day grow brighter,
or makes it gloom all day.
so what else can't love do?
but we always have to question,
is love ever really enough.
may i know, you will answer...?

~mj

this is the most retarded poem i've ever written.
lol i dunno how i pieced all this together in trance, but
then again, who cares?
good night.