Life is a battle if my love can see,
The world seems to live in its own miseries ,
Still i promise to play my part,
Loving to the end until i loose my heart,
Flowers of this bond will never fade,
Like a bride adorning her with amber and jade,
When good chants rhymes in ivory night,
When venus tells its pigeon to sore new heights,
Even when grace of god is hidden in dark,
Chord of love cannot be made apart.
Copyright © Adelle Benade | Year Posted 2019
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