Love is enough,
For a merely heart to suffer the tyranny of despair, for a rebellion to surrender.
Love is enough,
For a man's faith to make it as his religion and die for it. To stand unconsciously and to turn despair into a hopes.
Love is enough,
For the vines to cling even its dry leaves are falling, for the heart to live amid the snow's cold breezing.
Love is enough for people to live and for people to die. Tons of lonely clouds and rumbling thunderstorm could never bother a lover from the shore, nor a darkest star less nights, gloomy but just only undefined from the heart that reigning by love, and regardless from pain, the lover will fight for that love is always enough.
— Love is enough
YOU ARE READING
craving for pain
PoetryMaybe no matter how far away my heart in your arms i still couldn't forget those igniting lies you did. Those days that tortured my tormented souls are the days that you made my life useless to be seen by another morning. How could this be tha...
