Love in despair.

A Poem by xenonr

Love how it should be.

Vain is the love when it can't find security,
Vain is the love which fails to provide tranquility,
Vain is the love that sought asylum in restrain,
Such with it is the love which do all the pain,
Love is something meant to be relieving,
Can't bear tyranny but it seeks their(lovers) relevance,
Forms shade of peace an embrace so true,
In its presence heart finds what's due.