Darling, love never gave birth to poets, <br /> <br />as love is born in cradle of the grief; <br /> <br />it crawls and takes your icy heart away <br /> <br />and quickly hides into the silver mists! <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />It prowls for prey, it haunts for glory <br /> <br />silently watching, perceiving the sound <br /> <br />of hands that touch when love is bound, <br /> <br />on this realm of flabbergasting sadness. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />We're just actors on this dreadful scene, <br /> <br />I'm afraid I slaughter another dream! <br /> <br />still, life unfolds: we love, we fly and die <br /> <br />yet, at some point, the smoky curtains rise! <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />We never love, unless with a broken heart: <br /> <br />often claim to love just one, but secretly- <br /> <br />Yes, we do love another; words mean nothing <br /> <br />but contraption, as we're too afraid to fight! <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />I cannot always portray it in jolly colours <br /> <br />because my heart was bit by snake of pain, <br /> <br />I am the one, who in your soul will remain <br /> <br />as the one you loved within a silly game. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Therefore, the velvet mask of night is set <br /> <br />upon my eyes when my weary soul is dying, <br /> <br />don't ever shed tears; now it's too late- <br /> <br />past midnight; the candles aren't burning!<br /><br />Whispers Of Night<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-never-gave-birth-to-poets/
