"Red is the colour that painted Love,
For I do not know what is Love,
As feelings of a heart does carry Love,
Within Love there is just a chemistry of Love."
The blind eyes of man do not see the wonders of the world, yet the Love he felt brought the world to him. As it can only felt by touch, yet it is often indescribable. Some say pain that carries it, but yet some say precious it has been. Ages of all live with it, as of all that was born with it. In the hands of it we had been, but in the heart of Love has it dwell in us. Bloods or tears brought it has, yet happiness and joy led it has to share. For time goes forward, as the candle does not stop burning but as breeze passes by it carries the flame with him, as forever is not in mortals. Feel it has, touched it felt, for a rose that goes with it represents the beauty has. For there is no fear, nor fear has in its way, as Love braves it all. Wonderful it is, when it is truly pure…from the heart within.
For I do not know what is Love,
As feelings of a heart does carry Love,
Within Love there is just a chemistry of Love."
The blind eyes of man do not see the wonders of the world, yet the Love he felt brought the world to him. As it can only felt by touch, yet it is often indescribable. Some say pain that carries it, but yet some say precious it has been. Ages of all live with it, as of all that was born with it. In the hands of it we had been, but in the heart of Love has it dwell in us. Bloods or tears brought it has, yet happiness and joy led it has to share. For time goes forward, as the candle does not stop burning but as breeze passes by it carries the flame with him, as forever is not in mortals. Feel it has, touched it felt, for a rose that goes with it represents the beauty has. For there is no fear, nor fear has in its way, as Love braves it all. Wonderful it is, when it is truly pure…from the heart within.
By Jack Ho
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