Poetry

Love is pretty, sweet and kind, 
Like a beautiful hillside morn, 
Blowing breeze and fragrance bind, 
Then it is in one's heart born.

Life is the knot without love, 
Like a dark night without moon, 
Or something alone high above, 
Writhing badly in scorching noon.

Love is mighty, can make and mar, 
Has many forms and many names, 
Its absence brings hatred and war, 
But, storm and disaster it tames.

Love is holy, His books and favour, 
Creation of angels, man and universe, 
His mercy, prophets and their endeavour, 
It also makes me compose this verse.