Love is oftentimes a curse.

It can break hearts and destroy hope
And there is nothing worse.

War is for the brave
To do and dare and conquer all
And for mankind to save.

Autumn leaves do gently fall
Like soft hued petals on the ground,
And birds give farewell call.

Gently breathing in his sleep
My love is stirring by my side,
Dreaming dreams that softly creep.

The fleecy clouds float overhead
In sky that’s clear and deeply blue.

God’s in Heaven. Nothing dread.