When Love Has Died.

'Love is no more', so I am told,

by old and young, naïve and wise,

And all have valued sight of gold

Above emotion unseen by mortal eyes.

*

'Love is dead' the bards surmise.

They travel far and wide, so they should know.

The young couples tell themselves only lies

To tread a life-path they feel compelled to follow.

*

But Love is part of everything

In moonlit nights and dreary days

It sleeps beneath the swallow's wing

And rises with the blooms in May.

*

Only when the nightingale no more will cry –

That is when all Love shall die.

Amilyi Marraan.

A/N:  …I'm not keen on those last two lines.  I actually found this quite depressing to write at the time, despite not being in a depressed mood beforehand.  I suppose it's because I truly believe that all love has died, and writing from the 'other perspective' didn't change my super-cynical ways.