In every hollow and
sorrowful place...
We find the embers
of Love's grace...
So vital in hell thus,
tarry She shall go...
yet, do her
devotees know?
singing and sighing to
dreams of Love's embrace..
afraid to meet her, afraid to waste
away in the passion of loneliness' flames
Better to hide and remain the same
why risk the sorrow and pain
So, we see true lovers are seeking still
while the pretenders are in rapture
with the illusion of barren dreams
a world of
mirrors,
mazes, and
counterfeit faces...
better to sleep in a loveless shelter..
than to awaken to love's storms!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem