Love happens in a vacuum ?
Much like the monarch butterfly just happens
to circle my world each year in perfect rhyme
Or the rain begins and ends in the night
as we sleep unknowing of the time
Love cannot be conjured up out of wishes
no matter the season
Nor be continued out of faith alone
festering discourse finds it's own reason
I fell in the truest love one time ...for a year
and never told the woman word one
Love can happen in a vacuum it
can leave the best of us undone
Now a days I simply cannot make any sense
love comes and goes as we chose?
You fall in and out by the day
of love can we all lose?