Love is the power of vision and of touch.
Love is a weapon, a sentry and a crutch.
Love is the present, a gift we are drawn.
Love is the future, the past being gone.
Love is the reason we love life so much.
Love is our life, there’s nothing else of such.
At a point greed is
no longer about wealth, but
Columns and rows stack the game
Times of yore much the same
Days of peace cloaked in junk mail
Nights at rest dreamt a fairy tale
The dark surrounds all who sleep
What can hold may also keep
Pawns a king can never make
Yet pawn a king can always take
Kings and queens rise and fall
While castle walls forever tall