Boot+Kitty=Poetry in motion
The sun shines through, the clouds depart,
So comes love to the pining heart.
E'er lovers break and love lies spent,
Pain is the stake for encouragement.
Without the pain of nights alone,
There is scant gain from love's atone.
As love's dismiss is to despair,
Pain's the kiss past lovers share.
Love turns the earth thru night to dawn,
Showing its worth in pain now gone.
But, pain's not pitched, it awaits its call,
For each is enriched by the other's fall.
Love is the fire, pain is the heat.
What births the pyre? These two replete.
Love's price is true, pain sets its mark.
When love burns through, pain is the spark.