Love –
As this
In bloom, sits
waits to become, what?
Unrecognized and wishing,
trying to be heard before,
in lightning –
vanishes and
into a limbo of maybes and laters,
And of not time now.
For then it is lost –
Love.
Love –
As this
In bloom, sits
waits to become, what?
Unrecognized and wishing,
trying to be heard before,
in lightning –
vanishes and
into a limbo of maybes and laters,
And of not time now.
For then it is lost –
Love.