i wrote about the love which I never received,
i wrote about the love which really existed only in my fantasy,
i wrote about the love which I didn't accept,
i wrote about the darkest shade of love present

i should have written about the love ,I have for others,
the love I carry in my heart,for the
morning dew , night sky,tree's and seasons,
maybe a part about rain and earth,
or the tiny insects and their stay
loyal dogs love towards their human,
or birds quest for food to feed the hatchlings,

i would write about writers love towards their writings,
or i can discribe about love from the history stored,
or explain the future love I expect,or people's expectations of love to sound like,

what ever may be the idea of love be , love is not just intimacy but it is something which has left nothing untouched and I can write about it even in my death bed,
about the love I had for life.







© roshi