Love and life shook hands
And squeezed the grape of ecstasy to a pulp.
The ecstasy passed in a twinkling,
But the purple stain is left behind,
The stain of memories that linger
To the distraction of mind and soul.
Love and life shook hands
And squeezed the grape of ecstasy to a pulp.
The ecstasy passed in a twinkling,
But the purple stain is left behind,
The stain of memories that linger
To the distraction of mind and soul.
How wonderful! Keep writing! Liz
It came out pretty well.