Love is a light A candle in the window A big hearted woman A mother with child Love is a battlefield With bodies rank and fetted With wounds and smell a war zone and a front Love is mystery like a fog on the hill rolling thunder and lightning loud. Love denied and love recieved Spoken or thought Felt or created And laid upon the table Love exists Love dies Love passed like a torch And placed in a cauldron high. For all the world to see
