Monday, 28 October 1991

The Death of Love


On one side of a spinning coin
There lies a quest we’ve lost,
Yet hope to find the love that’s gone
At reckless human cost.

While in a world of love and hate
That frequently confuse,
We run towards love’s closing gate
Forgetting how to choose.

You find by night the places that
You’ll never find by day;
Yet still refuse to speak the facts
That no one wants to say.

We were the ones the heartless kissed.
Emotions with us toyed.
We speak the words the Bible missed –
‘Thou Cupid art destroyed’.

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