03-06-2014, 08:18 AM
On this rock hard earth in the hell of winter
In this rice white scenery with a flourishing blizzard
In this light
In her sight
What of love when it harbors mistakes
What of this feeling when it defines ones fate
I know of love as I know of my past
I know that with each moment another has passed
Perhaps if autumn had been longer these moments could have lasted
What of love when life is short
What of a home if one locks the door
I know of love just as I know of this house
I know each corridor better than I know my spouse
Perhaps this is why I find myself locked out
The way she loves actually fixes people
With the way she loves one has no urge to speak of evil,
no patience to hear of evil,
no focus to see of evil
The way I love actually frees people
With the way I love one has no regrets to plead before death
No needs, no wants
Satisfied, satiated, and certain
My love slowly but surely draws the curtain
I give a standing ovation each time as my love fades behind enemy lines
With applause still high I now wonder,
If I loved her and she loved me,
Why couldn't her love fix my love's fragility
What of love if it couldn't spare her from a beautiful tragedy
On this ice soaked pavement during the birth of spring
In this biracial season where browns form greens
In this night
At her site
I revel in our love.
In this rice white scenery with a flourishing blizzard
In this light
In her sight
What of love when it harbors mistakes
What of this feeling when it defines ones fate
I know of love as I know of my past
I know that with each moment another has passed
Perhaps if autumn had been longer these moments could have lasted
What of love when life is short
What of a home if one locks the door
I know of love just as I know of this house
I know each corridor better than I know my spouse
Perhaps this is why I find myself locked out
The way she loves actually fixes people
With the way she loves one has no urge to speak of evil,
no patience to hear of evil,
no focus to see of evil
The way I love actually frees people
With the way I love one has no regrets to plead before death
No needs, no wants
Satisfied, satiated, and certain
My love slowly but surely draws the curtain
I give a standing ovation each time as my love fades behind enemy lines
With applause still high I now wonder,
If I loved her and she loved me,
Why couldn't her love fix my love's fragility
What of love if it couldn't spare her from a beautiful tragedy
On this ice soaked pavement during the birth of spring
In this biracial season where browns form greens
In this night
At her site
I revel in our love.