Love and pain, they go hand in hand,
Like a rose with thorns, in a barren land.
Love brings joy, but pain lurks behind,
Oh Saints, how naïve you seem to be,
trying to paint the world in one hue we see,
as if it'll solve all the problems we face,
and make everything a better place.
They live grandeur life
They rule the world
They rule the people
They sit on high place
A man named Bryan once took Paternity Leave,
his intent was to relieve
his wife of the strain,
while he enjoyed his friend's company in vain.
sky with full of stars
a pond full of the tadpoles
a countless blessings
Don't be afraid of Satyr, a wild and crazy thing,
Just join in the revelry, let your heart take wing,
For Satyr is a joyous creature, full of life and glee,
And if you have him as your friend, you'll be as happy as can be!
There once was a man with a hole in his pocket,
whenever he looked, he found no way to block it.
Coins and tiny trinkets, all slipped away,
At Poem Hunter, oh what a pain!
my poor brain, it feels so strained
my poems disappear, into thin air
like a magician's trick, it's just not fair.
Love is never-ending
And hate is never final
The only thing between them
Is the relationship that plays sea-saw.