Trips to and from love’s island
Render hearts aloof and silent.
Ice is a fire ignited with trials’ spice for
Aching souls, seasoning lives with experience.
Love a spiral that grinds hearts; drains souls!
Blame is a game played to leave a heart tame
Editing its comprehension to indifference.
Sailing to love’s island is worth
The hurt and regret, for a sundown is followed by a
Sunrise even more beautiful; even to nocturnals!
Ease is time’s ebb in trials tide
Reeling sorrow with joy in life’s
Railway for those skied with passion
Ordained in bravery; to live life to the fullest.
Reality is a gloomy sky with love for a rainbow.
A heart without love is a bow
without an arrow.
Have you seen cupid lacking one?
For me love is my heart's red bow;
even if at times it makes my heart bow.
Inspired by: "It is better to love wisely, no doubt: but to love foolishly is better than not to be able to love at all."— William Makepeace Thackeray
Blake Shelton's Sangria , youtube link: https://youtu.be/KoQrH6EMnas