Love dies down,
fades away with the seasons

Turns to ashes, quiets down,
for many reasons

It learns to undo all it once was,
and lovers walk away just because--

it isn't there
The words disappear
Theres an absence of care
Lessened sadness in tears

Hands grow cold in isolation,
Love grows old in desolation.

Melissa V.
1-21-08