Love dies…

Like everything else
Love too comes with an expire date
we fall through to feel
slight the hints and go on
we live in denial.
We believe it flows forever like the sea
we believe it shines forever like the stars.
As every beauteous day
dies in the mysterious night
like every human fair and pretty
ends with the magic of death
Love too dies.
Once green earthy leaf
turns pale and crisp
fly away with dust gently in silence
or makes a soft swirling sound
Love too dies.
At times it dies in vein, in blood and tears
But mostly it dies in silence, in laughter.
What goes on forever is the soul
The beauty that once existed.