No one dies happy, unless death means sweet release.
Release from the pain and agony of life . . .
release from all the bad things that have happened, are happening, and will ever happen . . .
release from a lover’s rejection
or even a lover’s love.
The only release from life is death,
and death is the only release for a sad soul.
Death is an end for somethings,
but never an end for true love . . .
for true love never dies, it last FOREVER and ALWAYS.
