thougts that I feel passionate about this emotion

Within some ones life they choose suspicion.

In the autumn of perfection the zealots strive,

With real love this would never be a conviction.

Some say that without this love cannot survive.

I say with this creature love cannot at all last.

Possessiveness can be the death of any feeling.

Who would want to live seeking anothers past.

The other would soon resent always the reeling.

This to me is the most useless emotion in life.

Whether it be practiced by husband or wife.