Love

It’s like watching the sun

Break through the snow capped mountain tops

Cloaking itself in beautiful billowing clouds

Of red, yellow and orange

Shedding light on the

Little dark corner

That is what my life has become

Like radiant rays across the tranquil air

Of the mornings sun on a cool crystal pool.

 

It’s love. And then, like a deathly shroud, the moon,

Your lover, my friend

Teasing, mocking, hitting.

You shouldn’t be with him

You should be with me.

The End

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