Length of happiness
Is behind the scenes of the dark.
In the concords of life , love is light.
When the eyelid shut
The spark of love sprouts.
In the night of the kiss,
Songs of love before sleep.
The day breaks another shell.
The shell of love for early lovers.
In the pages unfound are the curses of love,
No wonder, it is unfortunate,
Love left it's curses archive.
What we sought to find in the mist of terror and horror.
Is love in the brightest regalia.
© Isaac Asalewon Aglum