Love Is In Darkness

How it penetrates, this thing called love
You can feel it, day and night
It can unravel and wind up tight
The sound is a twist, a feather from a dove

Love creates stories told to the heart
By a brain that burns crispy black or sizzles red hot
Counting the blessings, haves and have not
Falling to its merciless work of art

The call is strong, it pulls with such a might
It wraps itself around, almost suffocating
In a bliss, that if it falls would be excruciating
Only then, would true love, come to sight

Tears of joy or a downpour of pain
Love can mend the most hardened soul
Or rip apart, a heart of an angels glow
This thing we crave like a summers rain

Cools the flesh, the heat still yearns
Drives desire
To open fire
Loves fever, rises and burns

Love is in darkness but doesn’t hide
It’s there, if we care enough to seek it
Shine a light to uncover it, what if
This was the one, loves, magical, ride


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