How the love never leaves
no wonder how it lives
because of you
How love cannot die! –
many then met their doom
with crystal tears
facing the moon upon their
backs in Spring’s fallen foliage
As seasons, tender–aged but bright
- so brief.
Love cannot die!
How two hands held by two can become
a bright light ; love is how it survives
the grave:
Only a last sigh before the treasure of
Heaven.
:: 02.15.2024 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 