Love was born of poetry.
Nourished by fools, sheltered by the weak,
the end shall come from within.
Love was shaped by music.
Fed by the greedy, tamed by the sinners,
the heart shall die of need.
For now, there is no poetry
or the music which leads
Of love I speak
which left us Incomplete.
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 7:54 AM UTC
Love was born of poetry.
Nourished by fools, sheltered by the weak,
the end shall come from within.
Love was shaped by music.
Fed by the greedy, tamed by the sinners,
the heart shall die of need.
For now, there is no poetry
or the music which leads
Of love I speak
which left us Incomplete.
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