What's Love Street

      If she lives on lovestreet, what does she love.

 

   Stars in the sky, birds flying high, a beautiful rainbow above.

  Perhaps the things that sing below.

A tortured spirit, a forgotten love, a restless phantom below.

 Tortured are we, yet filled to the brim with love.

 For what is light without dark, and what would hate be without love.

The drum is calling and the piper is piping, so throw no caution to wind,

 Sing my comrades, sing I say and truely release whats within.

 

Reviews

[Derek Cummings]

Nice poem. I enjoyed reading it. You might be in love; You seem to have a touch for writing love poems. Keep it up!