Erwin Jung

Pale Love

Poetry = Imagination/Passion/Love Anything You Want It To Be

I weave these flowers with love
To define fragments of true love
For a symphony beats in my heart
Thus the day I see her weary
A despaired broken dove
I thrive upon my sins
To bestow of this purity
To withhold hope for rejoicement
Minds filled with clarity
Remembering our vows
Of a heart felt faith
Strung of molten bows
Sworn upon one another
But I only experience anger
So I beg you no further
We have found each other
In the empty dark frost
Just feel this soothing touch
We are no longer lost
So I fill your cup of tea
Until the day we die
For my heart is with thee