Its Love

Its Love

Love is a red rose, but watch the thorn
a sun that will someday set
Love is a snowflake that will melt when held for too long
a golden apple on the tree, until it falls to the ground
Love is a mountain stream... cold and hard.

From love we learn about pain
we learn about sorrow
From love we fathom the depths of our hearts
we fashion ourselves
From love we fashion others.

In love we see others
we see ourselves
In love we see the truth
In love we are yet blind
In love was I for a time.

Love we give to one another
Love we take like thieves in the night
Love be absent from all true hearts
Love strike down the unforgiven
Love destroy the honest man
Love rip my heart in two.

~Shobhna Ravi~

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