As tears prays for salvaging bloom.
The taste of love is bitter
For him that knows it better.
then the glory of all sort,
It demands you be a victim
Hoping for a victor's beam,
To fill your cheers with cherries,
Like light it glows and like shadow it fades
Yet it lives on for decades.
It's He whose patience travels farther.
This love of mine
Has thrown me on a mine;
Oh, I have lost my crown.
I left blinded vision
And saw love not as illusion,
To be glued to love's kingdom,
Days went into years
Years spoke love to my face
And fed me agony
For it comes from those you hold dear,
Friend, Oh friend, what else?
For their pleasure you sold me in regret for pence
Like a dying patient gasping for breath
Bathing me positivity to live alone.
What's next after a bitter hurt?
Chance has slit me side by side
Time has elapsed for my divide
Blood has blurred my vision.
Love is a bitter tale of sacred comprehension
Read by forgiver's mission.
Dedicated to the love I do not wish to loose.