If beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
If love is in the heart of the lover
If happiness tranquility is in the mind of the thinker

Where does the hatred anger faster
Where does pain and suffering stay
Where does confusion a rise

Pain and suffering a black fire that burns the love in the heart of the lover Hated for the one ounce loved drowns the eyes of the beholder
Disorder confusion takes over the mind of the thinker

Leaving nothing but dying love

By Michael X. Elliott