Morning Light

There is always the first light...

In life there are few truths alive
Regardless where you go ...
It doesn't matter where you fly
Your purpose, it will lead you and you'll know;

Believe that nothing stares so blindly
Just think that all the past has gone;
What happened in that life back then
Is reason to just live and love.

Let go the hurt that used to be
Embrace the new and let it see,
To follow its amazing steps
In hurt we love;
It seems ... it's mapped.

Where there is love there will be pain
In pain a life is born ...
No, it's not in vain.
It's godliness in rays of light,
It's glory of our lives with all delight.

There is a balance to it all
Where there is poor there will be rich,
I haven't once have met someone with all
It seems that love,
Is what we must give up ourselves for ....
To loose it all, to live and love.

Reviews

[deeps]

Love is like a rose. To me it is. I have always seen love as this;

A thron caught and pricked
when pulled out love is the trick!

I like this I thought it was very insighful on the subject of love.
Very well expressed, such a wonderful flow. Very well written.