4/11/06
Is love too much to handle;
An ever burning vigil candle…
That flames us all deep within,
We injure gladly burns on skin,
And if we make it through today,
Will love stand hurdle in our way?
Isn’t it true, fire signifies the love we see,
The craze that chains us yet sets us free…
For, through the time and all foul ages,
Through old books and empty pages,
Through the tears and all the pain,
Through demise and souls in vain,
There was hope and endless love;
Our sacred blessings from above
Yet beware of things untold
Love is not yours to behold…
Should you end up right from where you fell,
Unto the deepest dungeon of Dante’s hell,
Know that that the worse have yet to come,
For love is an agitated mistress of the dawn,
She won’t concede, love cannot fail,
Her cosmic power will prevail,
We shall yet be remorseful on her account,
With streaming eyes & knees on jagged ground,
Begging to spare our lives once more,
Oh let us consume the pain we adore,
We are what we feel, masochists of fate,
In this black, endless ocean love is the bait…
