
We are born to love.
If we were born,
To never love, nor feel pain,
From bruised flesh, broken heart,
All in vain.
We would be born,
With blood cold as stone,
And an exterior skeleton,
A fate predetermined from our birth,
Toward an undesirable death..
In short..it would be hell on earth.
So. . .
Let me laugh, let me weep,
Should I cry myself to sleep,
Then may I wake to a bright, fresh day,
To start anew life’s loving forays.
Truth and beauty!
(((HUGS))) ❤️❤️
Yes, Carolyn, how good is that! 🙂
HUGS from me too. ❤ ❤