Stainless lovers Year 2010

Stainless lovers

This poem was composed
after reading a poet's version
of self love
and
a state of idealism.

I do hope
it does justice
to the poetic love
one of idealism...

Stainless Love

I have no doubt
that you were sleeping
as those words rolled out
neither the sun had set,
nor were you dreaming.

Perhaps 'twas early morn by then,
Rise my friend
above the soiled sheets of pain,
love is the only beauty in life
that does never at all stain
even after all love has drenched
in rain