When love is sweet, the sweetness means its light
And light may keep the truth, when love is pure.
But love is bitter, when it turns to fight.
Lovers in fight are always immature.
But night of love may never come to dream
As pure light, where darkness never comes
And night of dream may swim in love upstream,
When darkness in the light always succumbs.
When love is true, the purity may hold
And lovers' dreams are never in the dark.
When angels' lights eternity enfold
And light of love may continue to spark.
MCN: CBD4D-ALF35-R1GHM
© copyright Thu Oct 20 UTC 2011 - All Rights Reserved
Oct 21, 2011
Oct 21, 2011 at 1:10 PM UTC
When love is sweet, the sweetness means its light
And light may keep the truth, when love is pure.
But love is bitter, when it turns to fight.
Lovers in fight are always immature.
But night of love may never come to dream
As pure light, where darkness never comes
And night of dream may swim in love upstream,
When darkness in the light always succumbs.
When love is true, the purity may hold
And lovers' dreams are never in the dark.
When angels' lights eternity enfold
And light of love may continue to spark.
MCN: CBD4D-ALF35-R1GHM
© copyright Thu Oct 20 UTC 2011 - All Rights Reserved
Request permission to use this poem