Tell me Love, wouldn't it be great,
If there were no pain to speak of, no bitterness, no hate,

Only love suffice to ignite,
A poet's heart to soar, take flight.

To dream of wonderful and beautiful things,
Take flight wrapped up in angels wings.

To laugh your heart out and dance in the rain,
To sing away sorrows and forget all your pain.

To live, love and laugh and of sorrows forget,
For life's too short to fill with regret.

No despair to berate, only Love and delight,
That adds colour and sparks to the slow creeping, night.

No need to shoot, to punch, to take aim,
To throw words like poison in to each others brains.

Each accusation canters like a runaway train,
Each one of them is my disdain.

O love, tell me, wouldn't it be divine,
If you could see truth in my own heart like in thine.

No cynical riposte which ties me up in brine,
But to the path of righteousness each word align.

I believe in a god who looks down from above,
who wraps all his children in laughter and love.

I've seen him with my own very eyes,
Soaring and sauntering through majestic skies.

He is most caring and he is most kind,
Who plants the healing flower in everyone's minds.

He is the one who will shoulder our pain,
Wherever we find dismay and disdain.

Raising his voice above the evil throng,
So all on the earth can dance to his song.

When we are down he will send his affection,
and make sure it's received in our direction.