It breaks my pericardium, <br />if not my heart. <br />To hear, <br />that whispers were <br />the work of Satan, <br />he, <br />and his kind, <br />conspired to destroy <br />what human hands <br />had built <br />in record time. <br />But with a mind, <br />that knew determination <br />and what it means <br />to fall, <br />into the silken covers <br />of genuine love. <br /> <br />Now it remains to see, <br />if Satan wins, <br />if sordid games <br />and envy will undo <br />what was ordained <br />and what must be. <br /> <br />The Cantadora of the past <br />has come to oversee, <br />to lend a hand, <br />there is no power that could be <br />a force to blow apart <br />what was a chance encounter <br />of two souls, <br />and what, <br />by any measures has to be <br />a match <br />that would defy <br />all unions forged <br />by God and his grand crew. <br />If it is love <br />it must prevail, <br />and so it will.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/please-god-let-it-be-love/
