Curse’s End.
What manner of sorrow is this that joy should not permit but encourages?
That what defiance love shows is swept by misplaced tears away to places unknown yet foreseen.
That loves ears be love’s guide.
And love’s heart be love’s home
That love’s hand hold love’s mind.
And my love’s memory not fade.
As this love be not lost the mark of the accursed is fled of me.
As the silent storm subsides and the pliable darkness removes.
That love’s eyes behold love’s face.
And love’s remembrance never fail.
That love’s arms stretch beyond love’s divide.
And hold onto love for all time.
Till the curse is no more, and love is no longer divided.
Till the two have become one and even beyond thus.
I shall ever cling to this love.
And I shall love thee with a perfect love.
By: Jeron Barclay.
What manner of sorrow is this that joy should not permit but encourages?
That what defiance love shows is swept by misplaced tears away to places unknown yet foreseen.
That loves ears be love’s guide.
And love’s heart be love’s home
That love’s hand hold love’s mind.
And my love’s memory not fade.
As this love be not lost the mark of the accursed is fled of me.
As the silent storm subsides and the pliable darkness removes.
That love’s eyes behold love’s face.
And love’s remembrance never fail.
That love’s arms stretch beyond love’s divide.
And hold onto love for all time.
Till the curse is no more, and love is no longer divided.
Till the two have become one and even beyond thus.
I shall ever cling to this love.
And I shall love thee with a perfect love.
By: Jeron Barclay.
copyright Jeron Barclay 2007
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