Love, Life and Poetry

In the cobwebs of patterns,
Signs and symbols
Words die
And sentences cry
But the meaning ever lives 
To be meaningful...

In the battle of life
With bleeding tears and fears
Time flows
And hard wind blows
But he who tries and strives
Finally survives...

In the cauldron of humanity
Womb of creation 
Love blooms
Hope glows in gloom
But the heart that does good, 
Is loved forever...

In the fragile frame, made 
Of flesh and blood
Death lies
And Life dies
But the soul remains eternal
And immortal...