Love Sonata

Oh how I would love to write poems of flaming love---singing songs stinging the heart with arrow tipped words shot from cupid’s quiver; but today, passionate tears of joyous love, have turned into rivers of mourning for loved children shot by bullets from angry guns of hate. Always and forever with love---perfect love, let us embrace the children with protective pulsating passionate love---binding them to us in life as they daily walk the killing streets; that the life they love will live and we with it and them---not moaning tears of heartache and lost; but singing love songs of glory…glory…glory… And when love’s love shall have won and peace celebrates the victory, I shall write the many ways you may count why and how much I love you so.