Wished by the gods

Only the good is from God,
Only Him can grant what is good.
No one wish to have the bad,
But only God give the good.
Everyone wish for the best,
No one want the worst.

Do people see in love?
When you say its blind
Yet it torture the mind,
Of the beloved one,
They feel it in the bone,
In the name of love.

I wonder far into history,
when love was given pure,
when love was not fake,
like a half cooked cake,
when love the heart cure
yet its all of history

To enjoy the sweetness,
To enjoy the kindness
of being true
the heart blue
sweet is the pleasure
being true a treasure

Painted lips are not so red,
As stones kissed by the dead
The trueness of the wooer
And the kindness of the wooed
They gave true love,
Wished from above