Poem - love and sorrow

[the_downtrodden]

love is the thing
that build our temples bright
throwing out their shining rays
of hope into the night

and laying down before us
the grounds of fabled stone
setting in the gardens
for which we call a home

and the sunshine, full o' warmth
through the willows floating
comes seeking the peace of hope
in the softened lovers' doting

my head in my sweet love's lap
her fingers upon the lyre
stroking away all my worries
with the singing of her wire

with all my cares behind me
i lay in the green grass soft
watching the billowing clouds pass
the free and sweet dreams aloft

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sorrow is the thing
that tears our temples down
and throws up the cursed walls
enclosing us around

and building up the roofs
that choke away the sky
leaving us in our darkness
as the world us passes by

and in our lonesome night
we hear our fearful drums
as a thousand tearing mem'ries
wickedly this way comes

and all the love you'd had
the sorrow now replaces
glowering darkly, cruely true
in the shadows of their faces

within your donjons you toil
all hope receding fast
and living each day for the morrow
you mourn your life long past

-K'Har-El