A Poet's Grief To Undying Love
Oh how I would love
To write flaming poems
Of love—singing songs stinging
The heart with arrow tipped words
Shot from Cupid’s quiver.
But today, passionate tears of joyous love
Have turned into rivers of mourning
For loved children shot by bullets from angry guns.
Always and forever with love—perfect love—
Let us embrace the children
With protective pulsating passionate love—
Binding them to us in life as they daily walk
Killing halls and streets; that the life they love
Will live and we with it and them—not moaning
Tears of heartache and lost. But singing love songs:
Glory…Glory…Glory…Stinging songs of glorious love.
And when love’s love shall have won
And peace celebrates the victory, I shall write
The many glorious ways you may count
Why and how much I love you and the children.
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