beyond sanctum

[jeroentiggelman]

in these vanities' halls
is danced the belle's ball
who is you and
who is I
remind me
of love and eternal tranquility

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Re: Of Love and Tranquillity

[anonymous]

Some say love,
it is a river
and that it drowns the tender reed.

And some say love,
it's like a razor and that it
leaves your soul to bleed.

Some say love,
it is a hunger,
an endless aching need.

I say love,
it is a flower,
and you it's only seed.

It's the heart,
afraid of breaking,
that never learns to dance.

It's the dream,
afraid of waking,
that never takes the chance.

It's the one
who won't be taken,
who cannot seem to give.

And the soul,
afraid of dying,
that never learns to live.

When the night has been too lonely,
and the road has been too long,
And you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong,

Just remember in the winter
far beneath the bitter snow,
Lies the seed,
that with the sun's love,
in the spring becomes

The Rose.

My red rose bush is in glorious bloom. :)

D.