Love Is Here To Stay
The earth’s vain is bound to bleed out with time:
For his scythe’s quick to cut our nature’s crime.
Diamonds will dirt to dust as gold will dross
As willows will weep to cry out the moss;
Like the proud peacock, our wings will open
For them to close in the colors of sin,
And lead us no mates, nor the stage of fools
To bear us when took we their presence for tools,
Leaving us as the raven for bad luck
In our unwit to outwit our mamock.
But in all these vains, Love is blind to them,
And is here, as our hearts are led by him,
And will endure us before obstacle
To keep our crowns high in life’s squared circle.