day follows night
There are hidden places that love can go,
without protocols, visas or embargoes.
Its seeds sprout up in strange places,
adding warm smiles on different faces.
A glowing joy trails whoever is in love,
making hearts to soar higher than the dove,
all worries and fears ceases to hold sway,
gentle peace comes a losers way.
Nothing in lfe is certain except change,
love is powerful yet it is strange,
its joy blossoms into painful sorrow,
there are no dreams for tomorrow,
strange we still hunger once more for this. . .
love made complete in sorrow and bliss.
without protocols, visas or embargoes.
Its seeds sprout up in strange places,
adding warm smiles on different faces.
A glowing joy trails whoever is in love,
making hearts to soar higher than the dove,
all worries and fears ceases to hold sway,
gentle peace comes a losers way.
Nothing in lfe is certain except change,
love is powerful yet it is strange,
its joy blossoms into painful sorrow,
there are no dreams for tomorrow,
strange we still hunger once more for this. . .
love made complete in sorrow and bliss.
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