How can a love...

Ending up in the universe

Of oblivion

If love was true

Love can never die

His traces are

Indelible as

A scar

Love can hide deep inside

Darkness of suffering

Overlay it on light scenography

And without music

But

Love will always be there

Like a rose though

Withered

Its petals seemingly lifeless

They will continue to smell like

The first day

(my)

 

Done