All My Feelings Have The Color You

This Is How It Always Is When I Finish A Poem. A Great Silence Overcomes Me And I Wonder Why I Ever Thought To Use Language.

Love Is Not Written On Paper, For Paper Can Be Erased. Nor Is It Etched On Stone, For Stone Can Be Broken. But It Is Inscribed On A Heart And There It Shall Remain Forever.

What Is The Heart? It Is Not Human And It Is Not Imaginary. I Call It You.

A Candle Never Loses Any Of Its Light While Lighting Up Another Candle.

All Because Of Love When It Arrived My Temporal Life From Then On Changed To Eternal