Your world appears brand new,
The broken is fixed,
The forgotten is cherished,
With eyes of a newborn you will peer.
When innocence blinds you,
Reality and fantasy were the same,
When life is seemingly beautiful,
Complete and blissful.
That's what they say of earthly love,
Almost always fleeting,
It is a fallacy that traps the weak,
And devours the ignorant.
But love of the divine kind,
It is infinite,
Is eternal,
The truth that few actually seek.
Perhaps there is salvation,
For the wingless angels who're kind,
But are almost unjustly blind,
For most merciful god has His ways.
I may not be saintly,
But I do wish to ascend,
To be exalted,
To rid myself of man's devilish baseness.
If humanity is to persevere,
My heart says we must 'learn',
And 'listen',
Only then to 'love'.
