Love dies in shadows, unseen.
Love dies in surroundings, dishonest and unclean.
Love dies in winters without warmth and in summers just the same.
Love dies without the seasons to blame.
Love dies trapped, as if in a cage;
Love dies young, before its time, never of old age.
Love dies not a natural death;
Love dies alone. Love dies of neglect.
-Erik Ambrose
Posted by anonymous at January 24, 2006 8:48 PM