What is LOVE
Once it's trickled dry?
Or like a barren tree
The last autumn leaf
Has fallen off your branch,
brittle and dying
Springs bubbling up from rocks
Depleted of the waters
once erupting
Over the stones where you heard my humble plea
Vanished , Evaporated

What is love
When not returned ?
Is it not a response
To a supplication
The answer to our
Deepest yearning ...
A candle that patiently waits to be burned

What is love
Once faded away
Like a color to a shade
A quarter moon that reflects no light
Just stays the same
Day becomes equivalent to night
Completely opaque

What is love
When not returned ?
Is it not a response
To a supplication
The answer to our
Deepest yearning ...
A candle that patiently waits to be burned

It is the sweet scent
Of the blossoming rose
It is the gravity that
Keeps the pendulum swinging
From left to right
It the fragrance to our otherwise
Seemingly dull and ordinary lives
The rhythm within our time

What is LOVE
Once it's trickled dry?
Or like a barren tree
The last autumn leaf
Has fallen off your branch,
brittle and dying
Springs bubbling up from rocks
Depleted of the waters
once erupting
Over the stones where you heard my humble plea
Vanished , Evaporated
What is love?
...you tell me



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