Two estranged lovers stand back to back.
Folding arms to their quiet, broken hearts.
The whispers of love from earlier times have a stronger resonance.
Their shared dream is now as cold as a witch's caress.
No one truly understands the mysteries of love and betrayal.
The once warm air between lovers is coldened by creeping of jealousy.
It weaves intricate fabrics of cotton into anguish.

Nevertheless, on the roads less traveled,
The threads of love start to unravel and tear.
Revealing the fact that love can be a masquerade.
It resembles a poisonous dagger.
Behind the smiles and lofty kisses,
Love produces a cruel and unexpected twist.
That leaves lovers in an abyss of no return.

The whisper of love persists despite its betrayals,
Becoming a ghostly touch on tender hearts.
Love can be both a peaceful sanctuary and a place of hell.
Love becomes an intricate dance of mourning and solitude.
But also, love reminds everyone of the heights it soars.
Never lose the courage to love again.

© Mwebe Morgan