quinta-feira, 25 de setembro de 2014

dead killed love is dead died love

Shall we call it love 
The one who lives?
Or who resists?
Love is love when it ends
Surviving love transforms
Itself in something more
Precious thing
Nameless anything

But no love no more.

Unrequited love, one way love
Lives the love that never was
But if never was, can it live?
Can it be?
Is it living to exist in dream, desire, fantasy?
This too, shall not be love then.

And what shall love be so?

Name as you please everything else, though
Comes a time when love can no longer thread;
Love is the one who dies
Love is not love if not dead.