YE WHO KNOWETH LOVE

Ye who knoweth love

Ye who knoweth love, knoweth emotions wild, abandoned yet contained.

Ye who knoweth love, knoweth heartache, pain and misery ; as love

Never goes precisely as planned, and you have to know patience!

For love takes your heartstrings and strums a tune; melodious as the

Warmth of summer’s June.

Yet hurts and pains like a winters morn; a kind of bereavement though

None has died; but love itself is felt no more. Gone !

A darkness looms, a hangover of what was, and now has gone astray.

Destructive if you allow it to devour you the wrong way. Call it a day !

Never rely on love alone, as life has many opportunities, and love is all

But one.

Yet know that precious is the unity of love which comes in many forms!

Written by Luvving