When love grows stale
Expressions seem like tolerable mail
The mind and heart eclipse
And day for a loved one is gone.
When love turns pale
Feelings remain numb and very frail
Communication becomes a baneful necessity
And anger’s litmus turns blue quite easily to small deeds.
When love grants bail
Kisses no more lighten any trail
Touch becomes colourless as the wind
Then an old enemy, Distance, becomes a good redeemer.
When love resumes to sail
It takes away its blinding veil
Leaving errs and faults instead of compliments
Vague unique memories and no special moments anymore
And when finally love becomes a tale
It is told to another lovelier fe/male
As time makes space for new events
And plenty of time too as currency to spend
Understand, love is energy
And our hearts are temporary!
by Paul Martins
