Carry On Through The Darkness
“love is rich with both honey and venom.”
Love can bring pain, and suffering but it can also bring life, and passion. To love is to breathe and is to die a tragic death. Romeo and Juliet know’s quite will of the tragedy that can follow a feverish heart. A poison most fail, is a heart that quickness for another. Love can sting or it can feed a sweet tooth. But yet we need love so we can grow and prosper in this world of dark deeds and ill will. What rises above it is love and compassion, because in the end the only way for life to go on is to find love.
To my beloved muse – I write to you once again, sharing my passion for your lyrics and your foreplay of word’s. For the stars incline us, they do not bind us as one. We are but friends but yet I want more. My muse kisses my mind with wordplay and its formatting ways. I feel it’s loss with great strife and passion as I bleed my ink on paper.
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