what i know of love
The light your eyes
once held,
so pretty and entrancing,
no longer appeals.
The softness your face
used to show is now,
a memory no longer
bestowed.
The more love we shared,
the more I cared.
What I called love,
I now see
was always............
*an impossibility
* = whisper
once held,
so pretty and entrancing,
no longer appeals.
The softness your face
used to show is now,
a memory no longer
bestowed.
The more love we shared,
the more I cared.
What I called love,
I now see
was always............
*an impossibility
* = whisper