Monday, December 26, 2011

Love is impatient, it hates to wait

Love is to be done in leisure
There is no place for it
 In times of adversity
 Or grave danger
 Nor in times of humiliation
When the world around you crumbles
 But it just feels warm now
Thinking of you
 I am certain love is
 Impatient, it hates to wait
 For chance and the like
 Or for the hands of fate.
It takes its own course
 In early mornings,
 In darkness and in Erebus
 Love remains and it keeps me warm.

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