• The sky is oceanic blue.As I stare at it vastly,I feel anew.A genle zephyr gives me a nudge.Who's right is it to judge?The ocean is gentle,yet warm.I see the people splash in the water as if their scorn.Put things back the way they came.The more things change,the more they also remain the same.

    The blood that stained the knife.Love is part of the circle of life.As day puts on her sombre crown.She shakes her mantle darkly down.I end the day with a frown.The sky turns from gold to scarlet,almost like brown.Sometimes I think we are as one,bound.

    We depend on ourselves to meet our needs.We all rise up from our creeds.When we are born,we are beans.When we grow up,we sprout from our seeds.Love is our hearts and it bleeds.In life we urge to grip on life for ourselves and the one person you love.For some people no person do we love.

    Love is like a dove.The person we love is like the angel from above.Angels are like the "Doves of Love".Who do you belove?Do you still belove?