When I Quote
A cloud of guilt
A mist of shame
On this -it's sad
But love, I blame.
For it pricks like thorns
And floats over our heads
After it's torn
Causing fear, scars and dread.
But when it's a rose
And in full flight
Opening the sun
To give out its light
That's when love
cannot be blamed-
For the darkness alone
Will make love ashamed.
But, remember the clouds
The mist of shame
And quote my words
When I say, "Love's to blame!"
