Truth and love, naked beauty in their arms,
taming man defeated by their charms.
On plush meadows loves youthful urges play,
the river calm, smooth daylight waning dusk,
circling slowly above coarse birds of prey
poised to kill sweet innocence with their lust.
True love discerns the vultures and the crows
steadfast it bears, unveils a tender pride,
outward it beams and passionately flows
supplanting the fragility of lies.
Fettered truths, past deceits their unkind guard,
fortuitous love now sounds escape's alarm.
'True love discerns the vultures and the crows' apt use of metaphors to represent the idea of love.
BOUNTIFUL LOVE comes across a winner in this clever poem...regards
my love to the truth and this perfect work. full of love and emotion captain. love is the source of every goodness. well done
Fortuitous Love if it continues as true love then it's OK!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another brilliant poem.