Dark Hearts in Love

 Dark is the descriptions of love in the days of the old folks, though strongly it wields it's sword to protect it's love from wolves who linger In sheep clothing to disperse and devour their prey day or night.

Love that strengthens does not kiss all day long, but affection fills the heart with bleeding tears of joy.
Love that cares does not say "I love you everyday, but strong are the hearts involved, because the rewards are always happiness and joy.

Fervently they hold each other with strings strong as the whiskers of a dragon though unseen by eyes but felt by the soul, with courage they add value to each other and like puppies they play with each other sometimes angrily but with the spark of love they laugh again.

Dark hearts in love hardly they go their parts and hardly in tears for lost because trust carries them in one boat, to the rhythm of the flow of the ocean they live whether not happily ever after, but together they live forever.

The hearts became one out of two, the laws of nature took its stand, and many little hearts they brood and bored which illuminates the stars that twinkle at the end of every tunnel they met, and indeed love was there to rekindle the last candle on their stands.

To every ride there is a tide and to every tide there is a ride, be it in comfort or sorrow the destinations of the heart are one to reconcile with.

Inspired by the love my mother and father share.