Sunday, June 20, 2010

Bloody Love

Love bleeds,

a strangled cry escapes her lips

as in an ocean of hatred her blood it drips.

Her tears are smeared across her heavenly face,

Charity it seems has lost her grace.

Love's seed are dug up from their nesting place

scattered to the winds

gone to waste.

Love weeps, for hope has died,

buried deep, but long lives pride.

From these evils none can hide .

Poor love has drowned in high tide.

Battered and broken

tormented and strained ,

Love's chaste name has now been stained.

Doubt kills Faith and Fear consumes,

our once kind Love , she needs no room

for truth or trust or perfect plans.

Love's heart lies broken in her hands.


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