Two Kinds of Love

What can one think when the mind is blank?
The eraser has wiped the slate clear.
After being sucked through,
The turbine of emotion,
Destroyed by the one you hold dear.

Where evil and light have equal power,
The light of passion cannot shine.
Dulled by the greyness
Of cynical notion,
Buried in this heart of mine.

But leaves still will rustle in the orchards,
And grapes always ripen on the vine,
Where the mind dares dream
Great thoughts of elation
While basking in darkest sunshine.

The fields of every flowing laughter,
Kissed by fleeting love of life.
A love unfailing,
Never dying...
A love surviving hate and strife.