Haunt a Soul In Dead Screams
A madness of love lives here.
A madness of mind, of body, of fear.
It can level valleys, flatten hills.
It can torture a heart with no pity, haunt a soul in dead screams.
Burning hotter than the sun it can freeze the deepest of seas.
Splitting atoms, commanding time, tearing the fabric of nature. A power that could dim the light of the sun.
Love is the meaning of mankind, it can’t die or be won.
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2021
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