Love's secret

The life blood of unhappy lovers
spills off pens and keyboards
in dark red streams of poetry

Occasionally one might see
in these lines between work
a bitterness, perhaps melancholy

but despair not for the poet
for it has learned of love
and knows love's secret

In order to understand heaven
you must first go through hell
measured equally in joy and pain

if you have had real love
only then you have lived
and life's purpose is clear

the purpose is the love you have
All the uncertainties you carry
vanish in the beauty of those moments

You laugh and you cry
at the absurdity of it all
the clarity of our purpose

To live for one person only
and know as surely as you live
that you and your lover die

So morn not the sad words
written by the poet's hand
Laugh with me at the gods

who create such beauty
only to destroy true love
with the rising of the sun