Monday, 25 March 2013

Love

As we sit in the dusky night
I clasp upon your hand so tight
Thinking of our future so bright,
As though love is our candlelight.

As pure and gentle as you are,
I’m strung just like a broken harp.
But still you mend my shattered heart:
No force will e’er tear us apart.

Can’t help but know the time is right,
Though hints of fear give me a fright.
Just then I look into your eyes,
And know love is our candlelight.


By Joanna Almeida