Writing The Triumph of Love (My POEM)

[Dark Sephiroth]

[b]Ai-Vy's presence makes the roses red,
Because to see her lips they blush for shame.
The lily's leaves, for envy, pale became,
And her white hands in them this envy bred.
The marigold the leaves abroad doth spread,
Because the sun's and her power is the same.
The violet of purple colour came.
Dyed in the blood she made my heart to shed.
In brief: all flowers from her their virtue take;
From her sweet love to their sweet smells do proceed;
The living heat which her eyebeams doth make
Warmeth the ground and quickeneth the seed.
The rain, wherewith she watereth the flowers,
Falls from my eyes, which she dissolves in the pounding rain.

-John Manuel Nunez 10/02

[color=red]Please do not copy this poem and claim it to be yours[/color][/b]

[Dark Sephiroth]

IS IT LOVE?

Is it love when I wake
And the end of my dream was
Your face, your eyes, your smile?

Is it love when I make
Each day's idle thought
Your face, your eyes, your smile?

Is it love when I take
Into sleep's arms each night
Your face, your eyes, your smile?