Pain is love
The heart labored in thoughts
It's choice lingered on this cross road, love or live
Wandering with heavy beats
The Romeo, reciting Shakespearean
lines
And Juliet, falling like Rose of Titanic
But this old soldier bears guns and
roses
These and more the heart pondered
Words so true like love
Memories of the last yet hunted
Oh sweet melancholy of the past,
The bittersweet taste
Of what can vanish again
With feelings of piercing sweetness
And visions of thorn roses,
Truly, pain is love.
GOOD EVENING