Love is pure until the end

Love is pure until the end

 

Love is springtime in its dawn.

Flowers bloom within the heart.

Meadows feel the breeze upon the start.

 

Willows of emotions grow at the river’s edge.

Birds will sing of what lovers said.

Yes, it is true of what Love really is.

 

Love is not infatuation, lust, or dread.

Love is pure until the end.