A Note On Existentialist Love Poem by Marieta Maglas

When love is sweet, sweetness may mean the light.
This light may keep the truth when love is pure.
‘Tis quite so bitter, when it turns to fight.
Lovers in war are rather immature.

One night of love may never be a dream
Of the pure light; there, darkness never comes.
A night of dreams may swim in love upstream,
While darkness in the light always succumbs.

When love is true, the purity may hold
The lovers' dreams; they're never in the dark.
The angels' Light eternity enfold.
This Light of love may continue to spark.

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