 What is Love...
What is love if not a thing of sensitivity and beauty
What is love if not something for which our heart yearns.
Love is such a fragile thing,
One wrong move and it shatters into bits.
Love is such a beautiful thing,
It brings light into darkness,
It brings joy into sadness.
Love is such a painful thing,
For when it leaves it takes our joy,
It brings us sadness...
What is love if not a thing of sensitivity and beauty
What is love if not something for which our heart yearns...
The Count of the Black Rose,
The Heart of Romance,
Sir Launcelot Du Lake
 The Count of Black Roses · Sat May 12, 2007 @ 06:42pm · 0 Comments |
