music turns into senseless noise
bright sunlight darkens into oblivion
the lost, abodes in the void
without love, all that remains
nothing but delusional hope
while sunsets reminds of passion, warmth
without love, it is winter all around
cold truth, cuts and bleeds the soul
of memories, treasured past
lighted candles upon distant altars
without love, poetry is mere gibberish
does your heart beat for love?
answer me, before the next sunset
or the night takes over
there may not be more sunrises
along this path we chose to trod upon..