Love for Sale - Poetry for the Soul of Tomorrow

Will only bring pain

To a heart living in yesterday,

It will bring no reprieve

For the bitter soul.

There is only one solution

For the dead dream,

A dream that cannot be recaptured

By the slight of will,

Abandoned by a begotten love.

Love begins

When we cleanse ourselves

From the comfort of the world outside.

The lonely cries of the skylark

Is beautiful

And somewhat vain

To a heart that beats

Without weeping,

This is the most gentle

Of things the weeping bitch feels,

For in her heart

There is no daylight

And no love for sale.