Love and Hate, Monuments Often Born From the Cold

Love And Hate, Monuments Often Born From The Cold Love and Hate, monuments often born from cold Truth is wisdom in the restless frigid air Each rides on a consuming storm of the bold With tributes often given whether wrong or fair! Love, sings on a lofty cloud of pure delight Complete with a heartache and stolen Soul Like a magic rainbow just coming into sight Wisdom and Folly both rest within the same bowl! Hate, rides aloft in a forceful crashing wind The product of emotions flying high and deep So very often with no bottom and without end A nightmare that crashes out from a dark sleep! Truth, the light that cast out darkened Hate A soothing breeze cruising in on a hot day If found, the saving is never bad or too late Instead path found to Love and Live another way! Robert J. Lindley. 06-20-2015 Note: Do not blame me, my muse beat on me until I relented and hammered this one on out.