Monday, May 16, 2011

Resounding Voice

Love knows no bounds,
As it reaches profound;
I’d quiet its sound,
If it weren’t all around.

Love isn’t always a choice;
Sometimes, love is the voice
That we can’t help but hoist.
Is love always something to rejoice?

This love is a prison cell;
One cannot toll this bell.
How many tears fell?
This love could be heaven, but it is hell.

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