No Blunder

Love is an age,
an old Cabernet.

Truth is a freedom
where the past is from.

Envy is the dusk,
not a daybreak.

Lust is not love,
it is never enough.

Hate is in the grave,
sing a serenade.

Why is a doubt,
with a fly on the wall.

Hope is the seasons,
the quilt of Fall.

Faith is a face,
a foreshadowed play.