By: James Platt
Hate looms above us,
its shadow blocking the warmth of the sun.
We’ve struck with the cold of night,
yet love has not found us.
But hope still lingers,
waiting for Cupid’s arrow to break through.
No, love is not here yet—
but we can still search.
Even in the darkest corners,
we may uncover its light.
It is no myth,
no distant dream.
It is woven into us,
and one day, we will find it.