TALES FROM GENESIS44
THE AGES OF LOVE
Who could tell the deeds of love?
From decades it bears ever abiding
built in men to tell its tales,
wonderful story of love.
A faburlist is the tongue that points its end.
From heavenly abyys its reign is noted.
A blessing from a sucking lad
who cursed mother to chirp berceuse.
Rock of ages is its internal love
right from His reign with JUST a word.
I gently bend the endless love.
The hand that beckons the prodigal son home.
Unchangeable, unweavering in due ages.
Dead with Romeo and Julieth,
but ever living in Tom and Jerry.
Stings to hates, a bitch in church doors.
Cools of the day from hell,
a moving train in desert,
chirps of anger like lullaby,
all doth is made a palpable factuals.
Ding dongs of black orders.
Smiling to a tainted face.
Griping and testing a pure blood.
All is real, to perfect the work of love.
Ancient in age, unknown decades
living endless, a threat to death,
in your exploit indenture,
i have learnt love has no age.
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