NOTES ON LOVE

At times I often wondered if love was but a lie, if all the dreams I dreamt of would never learn to fly

Then from a lonely corner of space I heard a call, a gentle sound it seemed to me, and yet it whispered all

So soft and quiet on my mind like summer mist at dawn, that touched me and invited me, to leave my world forlorn

And in my bed alone at night it seemed to find me there. It came to me and met me, and laid my soul so bare

For love in all its beauty, the truest gem indeed, is hidden from the world it seems, and lives but as a seed

Till one day if the fates decree that gentle touch like rain, awakens all the glories and lets you live again