Love Will Triumph

Love will Triumph when all is lost, and nothing is gained. Love will Triumph; when hearts are broken, and friends cry upon other friend's shoulders, as love has fleed the countrysides, but Love will come again to triumph over the souls that eat away at evening dreams. Love will triumph when all is lost, and the enemy takes victory from the bloodsoaked battlefields, as the hearts break with a somber kiss goodbye, Love will triumph once more. Friends turn enemies with a blind eye and a sorrow kiss goodbye. Blue eyed Death comes with a knock upon my door, Charles Haigh Wood, You painted a picture that describes that sorrow in my heart, that one wish, that one dream, that if I believe hard enough that Love will triumph again. Believe, when a friend steals my love away, they kiss and kill my heart, hand and hand, they sing to each other, as I clench my fists and hold back my sharp tongue and evil and dreeded thoughts. As she holds me back from him, My tourmented soul cannot handle such pain and suffering. and I wanting to get revenage, but having no courage, I am no coward. I scream in my thoughts and my heart sheads tears. Why me? I ask, why does love trample over my soul? Leave me now, you have what you wanted, you stole my love away, take her, love her, show her what I couldn't show her, teach her! I shall turn the other cheek listen to the nightingales sing in the morning sunrises, and listen to the phrase that plays one thousand and one times in my mind, Love with Triumph, Love will Triumph, Love will Triumph!!! Oh with love comes such betrayal and hate, it seems everytime love Triumphs away, someone else is happy in love's fanasty and my heart is trampled all over! My heart crushed by dirty shoes, and dirty and sinfull hands that take my love away from me. Love will Triumph as they say, but no more shall I go though that pain again. Over and over and over again, Love Triumphs all over, but no victory in my name, no victory for my heart. As I sit at the foot of my bed, the fog rolls on through and takes me by surprise. Love is like a fog, that burns away with the first rays of sunrise. Love will Triumph in the days of Betrayal. -9/21/2013- For the Contest: Charles Haigh Wood