On a blistful night The stars are bright The passion in the air hugs me tight The goddess dances The horse prances, and the love is a circle without end The moon is white And on this night, my life is finally bright. Flowers bloom, My heart touches the moon, and love is a circle without end. Now the day is over It was like a four leaf clover and love is a circle without end. Just made that up now.....
I think that the poem is wild. It also flows very well. I like the sentence about love being a circle without an end. Sometimes love can be a circle without an end in a positive and negative way. Love can be a circle of always giving love away and never receiving love back. Love can be a circle of making a start, the love progressing and then always being doomed to going back to the start again. I am sure however that there are people that feel love for the first time and though time goes on they always love each other like on the first day. I however don’t think that love is a strait circle. Love is like a smashed bicycle tyre. Love has dents, flaws, up’s and downs.
