the curse of the world in love the wandering eye
the pure healing regenerating power of love
we are all but foolish children in the arms of love
some are caught slaves to love lust affirmations
may love ever hold us enfold us
keep us warm safetly held tight
blind ignorant to cold world ills
blessed in the beauty of love returned shared ardently
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem