Love 'Twas

(poems go here)Love ‘twas not alive Love ‘twas not to take a breath. Faithfulness; shriveled up and died. Their souls all but deaf; To the message they speak On how love shall heed strength and persevere, Vows and fidelity shall never fault its peak. Although perfection is how this love appears, Damaged, broken, torn, is ‘tis relationship. Thy credence this affair, rebuilt, fixed upon a stronger foundation. Yield ye, thou shall not be fooled by this short glorious trip! For this pure beautiful love they display is but yet a hallucination. What hope shall thee acquire? What comfort shall ye seek? May we look at a presence of great higher? Shall He sooth our hearts that leak? Suffer no more ye who art weary, heavy burdened, thou who lack grace. He shall give you rest for your souls and hope for thine heart. Be thine own epitome, set thy standards at thy desired pace. Give God all control, although do your part. For there is hope for the future, love amples the air God is love, joy cometh when the sun shall rise. Your own love shall be a resplendent affair. Thy soul will not bellow with despairing cries. Love achieved, thy heart alast revived Hope not gone astray like Macbeth Love ‘twas all but deprived, Love ‘twas faithfully true, radiant of beautiful perfection per singly breath. Love ‘twas a kiss bringing back the soul from thy lonely, heart wrenching, death.