Love is not love if it alters
The bard proclaims
And love walks at night
A lover complains
One compares it to a flower
For another love's an ocean
But we unlucky can only cower
when it steals our emotions.
Author's Notes/Comments:
Line 1: Shakespeare sonnet 116
line 3: Lord Byron ""She walks in beauty, like the night"
line 5 & 6: too tired to remember
Ah love
is many things,
THIEF OF HEARTS
Should be a Tarot Card. cool write. ~A~