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Magenta was the sky this morn as I approached the day
Ominous of clouded rose in petal’d full array
Quietly it called to me o’er whispers on the wind
As if some scented power was a’ touch upon my skin

Engulfed in life’s serenity, so overwhelmed with fear
A brush of fate in simple terms as if the end were near
I stood to bare my feelings now a swirl in my mind
In hopes of some off distant dream so soon would come to find

Counting off the many tasks which brought me to this place
The reasons that did hold the time my sequence now did waste
Lost of any angered tears when captured on my brow
To cry, if it has come to be, then let it find me now

On my knees, the autumn ground is chilly to my touch
With gathered hands to here my chest, this future I do clutch
Loneliness companions me though still of wandered hope
I pray that what will come before my soul shall bear to cope

When suddenly a light appears, a magic in its sheen
A softer glow, this lightened mist of heaven’s tangerine
To touch upon the darkness in a spirit calling true
In witness to the morning sun that feeds the skies of blue

My heart beats now elated in a dance of utter bliss
As memories of long ago, I find they do exist
The rising sun to spill its charm in beacons shone above
This warmth I feel, rekindled flame, aglow within your love

The doubt did come of weakened state, a mind that was unclear
A hollow moment filtered in through thoughts of you not near
Alas the dreams of only one now obvious of two
For on this day, the rising sun, brings me the love of you

Love like foundations,
builds us to be strong.
Love is pure magic,
unless it goes wrong.
Love generates joy,
it enables us to cry.
An emotional mixture,
from low up to high.
Love's like a street drug,
Seriously sweet and addictive.
Love creates anger,
a reason to be vindictive.
Love through rose tinted glasses,
we can all be naive.
When love is lost,
we all need to grieve
Love can harbour jealousy,
when there is mistrust.
Causes ****** tensions,
passion and lust.
Although love can move mountains,
it can breed contempt.
Love can break you apart,
Or be all you have dreamt.
Without all these feelings,
life would be sombre.
Would we rather feel nothing,
or have heart break to ponder?
This emotion is powerful,
no doubt in my mind.
Love can be wonderful,
or be cruel and unkind.

Karen Wyld