A verse for EMMA
The world may well be insane,
That oddly gives me hope.
Light,
Is born from darkness.
Order is born out of chaos,
Life is born in blood and pain,
Poetry
Is crafted from tears and broken hearts,
Love,
Is the fact that always remains.
The future always remains,
The past, merely ashes ,
Today is the fire in which we burn.
Now is the lesson we learn,
Love is the reason
The flame,
The breeze,
The rain,
The seed,
The point, the reason
All is made.
Love is the reason,
Love is the key
Love is the answer
For all that we breathe
The source and the secret
In each heartbeat.