Lost to multiple cries and betrayal
over creation and magic madly profound
via the hand of love-general
even from more generals to likeness found
I would say, love is the blue smile of the eyes
straight, that sees through the heart
Through countless fear and countless tears
Ruling the virgin heart that can
under the attending ears that hears
echoes running from the heart
and gentle joy of it's paths,
nursing the days that fades with Ages
dancing to the songs rib cages
O' love is bold and proud.
Lodging as a tenant of the heart
dating the days it found.
Ebi Robert
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-2205/
