Love is not, and love will never be The Mountain tips that touch the sky But, yes it is the sorrowful night I brought to thee An iridescent high
To worship is not to love But I know of nothing more Waiting for the chance at the veiled cove Knock three times on wood-less door
But why does the moon long for the sun? Still waiting, still wishing, even after the breaking of dawn. The moon continues to chase, in the never ending run. In eclipses she shatters, in eclipses he yawns.
The foolishness of love, the gentleness of pain Something I will never trade, **the darkest stain.
Don't be afraid to criticize. I had to make this for our English class :3