• Budding, thrilling and vibrant is this love.
    Quelled in the perils of insecurity
    Times ticks on,and the delicate bud blossoms
    shivering in the bleak bitter thorns of loss
    Death looms, skin wrinkles,ticking hands turn slowly.
    Items are lost, houses sold, only the still memories remain
    Face and hands, smiling poses are stilled in their frames
    People in the prime have eyes that steam with vivid pride
    Those eyes twinkle with the promise and tranquility of hope.
    Those eyes now drown in vast sea of known reality
    The clock ticks faster and faster, dreams smaller and smaller.
    Things were never how they were supposed to be.
    Young love is lost and truth of life is found.