The Death of Love

When love is born time lives

and hearts grow and pulse

and eyes see beauty

as no beauty stood before

souls and minds meld as one

and merely to touch excites.

When love dies time stops

and hearts hollowed out whimper

and eyes see withered things

ghosts with brittle bones

souls and minds rendered dim

and merely a touch disgusts.

When love is born time expands

and hearts quicken and sing

and eyes see beauty

as no beauty was before

souls and minds rise as one

and merely to touch creates.

When love dies time drags

and hearts shrink and groan

and eyes see withered things

ghosts with cold bones

souls and minds desiccated

and merely a touch revolts.

When love is born time starts

and hearts leap and swing

and eyes see beauty

as no beauty blinded before

souls and minds entwined as one

and merely to touch awakes.

When love dies time evaporates

and hearts blacken and mewl

and eyes see withered things

ghosts with ghostly bones

souls and minds wasted

and merely a touch kills.