Though I am young, and cannot tell
Either what DEATH or LOVE is well
Yet I have heard they both bear darts,
And both do aim at human hearts.
And then again, I have been told
LOVE wounds with HEAT, as DEATH with COLD;
So that I fear they do but bring
Extremes to tough, and mean one thing.
As in a ruin we it call...
One thing to blown up, or fall.
Or to our end like we always have
By a flash of lightening, or a wave..
So LOVE's inflamed torch or brand
Can kill as soon as DEATH's cold hand.
Except LOVE fires the saving virtue
That fights the frost out of the grave.
----To my loved ones who have passed, I miss you dearly.
