LOVE’S PERPETUAL MOTION
Life is just like the seasons of the year.
We all have a beginning and an end.
I have a secret love to me so dear,
That her reputation, I must defend.
When I think of her, my heart starts to race.
When I see her, I think I’m in heaven.
She lives her life with a tremendous grace,
That at her end she would be arisen.
Such a beautiful person, must return,
To fill the void, her life has created.
No other spirit, could replace this yearn,
For, such goodness will be reinstated.
If you are lucky for such love to see,
Then it is an Angel, that she must be.
By Ray Lavin. 15th.September,2013.
