LOVE'S WARNING � Angelia ([email protected]) Things of beauty live and die And so shall thee and me, But we shall die alone because Our love can never be. Sometimes a thing so rare is born, It hampers mind and eye, That cannot see and cannot not know The emptiness of sighs. We long to hold it, make it real We fear to let it go, For not holding on to love Makes cowards of us, you know. We say the words and breath the thoughts That swear our love is real, Then wandering eyes and wandering lust Prove what we do not feel... The truest love, the gentle love, A love that wants no other, Is bound in vows of chastity, That are just too big a bother. So here and there a spot of pain Eats holes into our heart, And soon we have a tarnished love, And soon we have to part. To live in love, to treasure it To honor it's purity, Requires more honor than many have, And so they set it free. And so a thing of beauty is born And a thing of beauty dies For her, she hoped eternity, For him, the words were lies. This page hosted by Get your own Free Home Page Free search engine submission and placement services!