lysander
11-27-2007, 06:59 PM
What Is Love
In the garden of the heart's delight,
Eden blooms from the darkest night,
Temptations, frustrations are running wild,
Where the serpent sleeps, our love is beguiled,
Seek the flower of your heart's desire,
Heaven sends a glowing pire,
Of a deep and violet crimson hue,
That blossoms with love's morning dew,
What is love--Who really knows?
Is it God above, or found in a rose?
On the fine line between pleasure and pain-
Both are entwined, being the same,
For passions' sword has often torn--
A bed of roses with a crown of thorns....
In the garden of the heart's delight,
Eden blooms from the darkest night,
Temptations, frustrations are running wild,
Where the serpent sleeps, our love is beguiled,
Seek the flower of your heart's desire,
Heaven sends a glowing pire,
Of a deep and violet crimson hue,
That blossoms with love's morning dew,
What is love--Who really knows?
Is it God above, or found in a rose?
On the fine line between pleasure and pain-
Both are entwined, being the same,
For passions' sword has often torn--
A bed of roses with a crown of thorns....