Love,
was never meant for love.
It was always to hurt,
As hurt is all that comes
After love has touched the heart.
Peace,
Was in slowing down the pace
Of the way we moved ahead.
But, not I, nor you did understand
And now we're far apart instead.
Life,
This is strange, it is!
It gives what we don't and not what we do
The needs; the wants; the joys; the cries,
No more I ask smiles or for shadows too.
