Do you feel such turmoil as to scream to Aphrodite for redemption?  
Do you feel such love as to feel your very essence burn with a soft and warm glow when you are near her despite the cold of the world?
Do you feel that all of time slows when your heart beats close to hers in union?  
Do you feel the soft of her skin; the warmth of her heart; the soft sweet smell of her hair; do you awake from such dreams and feel lost?

Do you feel the curse of the black shades of Nyx replace the light of your heart?
Do you feel everything in life suddenly seem meaningless, worthless as if she is the only thing of value?  
Do you feel every sense tingle as if reborn? Do her lips taste sweeter, her voice sound angelic and her eyes gleam back into yours?
Do you feel that every beat of your heart is a drummed march to the fight for her love?

If you do; be warned by those who have fallen prey to the fierce maelstrom and tempest of the ocean of life's lost loves.  
For their a gale so fierce no mortal can build a ship worthy of the fight; for no mortal could swim against Neptune's raw wrath.
For in the eye of the storm lies a siren whose mere gaze can chill the warmth and strip his armour of love from his body.
For surviving that and the journey back would you stand unscathed by the bitter venom that destroys your heart from within until it is black?

Many men fight for money, land and power but for those who fight for love no shield, sword, bow, crossbow, rifle, machine gun, tank or nuke
could win the heart of the fair maiden who he doth seek or save him from the brave adventurers fate.  
For when his shield his split; his armour broke; his sword shattered; his bullets spent; his engine choked, can he repair, heal and prepare to go once more?
How many battles can a veteran fight before he loses the warrior soul; the will to forsake all else, the will to scream her name to the stars

How many battles can I fight; before I die and never surface from the black sea of broken souls?   
Salvation! Redemption! Resurrection! These thoughts scream through my mind yet I don't hold faith in the magic of the heart any more.  
My heart bleeds a blood that blacks out all the light threatening to suffocate me in my own shell,
At night I desire only to forget and in the morning I don't want to open my eyes and feel life return like a vulture for the final peck