love was banished
if love is a thing to leave when you tell it
love was struck down
if love is a thing one can strike and win over
love died.

for love is a thing which can die.

love then went to sleep 
wazzu if love is a thing which needs rest
love began to dream 
if love is a thing which hopes and wishes for itself
love waited.

love sprung up from the hard soil in which it slept
like a tiny flower in a magical tale bursts forth
in the spring time to spite the fluttering bee
i watched it grow and was afraid.

love beckoned me
if love is a thing which calls for only one
love invited me
with a lovely, welcoming smile...

i touched love and it shattered at my feet. 




copyright 1997 Rachael Lee