Submitted love poem


This is about the pains and joys of life

Tears, they say, do cleanse the soul,

of those who's life is filled with turmoil.

But once shed and thus relieved

We delve again tinot states unpercieved

To cry and cry, yet again

Not knowing if they will ever end.

Are we born to suffer such pain

in a world of joy and sadness profain?

thus we do over and above

always in the name of love.

by Bonnie