Without Madness

Without Love

It is not love
If there is no mystery
Hidden in meaningful glances

It is not love
When words say I love you
While actions deny

It is not love
If the red roses are sent
To apologise for a missed date

It is not love
If the lips whispering
Cannot smile within

It is not love
If time does not stand still
In the heartbeat of a kiss

It is not love
If destiny has no reflection
In the eyes of truth

 

©JG Farmer 2018
Form: Triversian Stanza

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