Love Poem by William Williams

Love is healing,
at least i have always been told,
love is lasting,
love never grows old,

but i have seen another side,
one that can give birth to hate,
it does not come from heaven,
it isnt beautiful pearly gates,

but it still is calming,
an ending oh so sweet,
and caught in its painful grasp,
hours may feel like weeks,

but love may end the world,
with the hordes of heartbroken,
In the end we're all blinded,
into blissful oblivion.