Saved Love

It's easy to greet the new days dawn. We run towards the daylight for surprisingly it shows its name . Young daylight, old nights, shadows creep alight. Will tomorrow be as perfect as today. Wonder and hope. Lonely graves spends endless years green grass and hallowed weeds seek the warm embrace of sunshine, daylight be our friend. The shameful life of the love so bad, forbidden. The over spoken rituals "halo though be thy name" grave indiscretions take us to the place of shocking desperate hate. Awakening years forgive them. Grow the love that doesn't need a name grow and celebrate its words forgotten is the shame.