The children of the world tend to fight
when love is sought out like a rare flower.
They do not know of love's sharp bite,
nor of love's great power.
To those who seek this great unknown
good luck I wish upon their hand.
For the world is filled with hearts like stone
and one's love you can not command.
As seasons come and seasons go
love's power grows strong and mighty.
Love overcomes the tales of woe,
shining into the world as Aphrodite.
Let this be a lesson you hear,
for love is a great, yet terrible thing to fear.
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The Heart Illuminated
KöltészetJust my shot at some poetry. I usually don't write poems, but I thought I'd try my hand at writing some, and here we are. I feel like I've come a long way from my first couple poems (trust me, you do not want to read those). So, without further adie...
