The world created is not one of love
acts of endearing not know in life
the spaces kept for hope,
now only found through obscurity
The words of ardency
traced along the sands
But loves meaning is lost to words
feelings that cannot be said
nor taught
we all pray for passion
to be born into us
for a rose to bloom in heart,
but it can only grow to wilt away.
so we ask with wistful hope
that the amaranth may grow
into love, the flower that never fades
but whens hearts are gained
and love is lost
whose to say?
love is meant to be this way
