06/06/06
The winter blues carried into an emotion,
The black and white world cast its lifeless look,
Hocus Pocus Death is just an illusion,
Hidden is the love thats alive deep within the roots,
Love only a blossom away needing a few tears to bloom,
The illusion of death is just seasons at play,
Sunshine spawns life when all the doubters predicted doom,
Those who say a true Love thats ended with a bitter fight are blind,
Easily tricked by the seasons of emotions and the changing of time,
For hope which is lying with in the hearts of all, is only visited by the optimistic few,
So for those who search their heart for truth see not the lifeless dead winter but the sleeping of whats really true...
Love will always be, True Love, this is the Love that I mean....