When tears drop like a dawns dew,
And memories set ablaze
By the wrath of a ladies fume,
What more could death hold?
And who will call a crown to bow,
Now a ruler lesser than the
Royalty it once stood in life,
What surprise can the palace hold?
Routes are not made to end,
It takes one or all to a path
That must be…or not to be,
What then is love all about?
So much pain…no gain in love
But hate.
« return.