Love - colors of love

The war in the soil
The seeds are to young to fight
while the eyes breathe
the guilty still feel no remorse
the cobwebs with knots

Across the blades of harvest
improper dreams wrinkle the childhood
without any cries
And without any touch
the cradles are left behind

Bleeding,
through hopeless unconsciousness
it seems as though a rainbow gushes through me
and rainbow-colored
leak out onto hope

a silhouette of the eyes
follow me
to the warmth of times,
only the innocence
grows the conception

Held in dust
the pain of wisdom
the trust is through hope
inside each fragrant branch
the colors of love.....

we grasp at it in vain
for its unable to be held
yet we will cling on it for
all eternity
in our possession its worthless and void

When we released its value
is beyond measure
it leaves us with pain
that it can only soothe
the wounds it cause will heal but leave scars

It will remain as a constant
reminder of its phenomenal power
we do everything we can
to control it yet
it controls everything we do

In the end we succomb
to its greatness and
in our surrender
we release its victory