Image by Yuri_B from Pixabay

Why must love speaks in cries

when one’s lust is but a glance

at beauty’s eyeful calling form

where cares aspire to be wrong

Why must love speaks in ends

when one’s deeds find no place

and no gold can take its shape

as one serves and protects

Love exists to heal all wars

devolving life into a seed

embracing birth within its cinders

unmasking sedition finding new renditions

Dreaming a poet’s life with every sigh

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