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