Love
Love is an improbable idea.
Will it happen?
The questions of wonder.
It gives me weakness in my bones.
But ends up with shattered heart pieces.
You played me like a violin.
I played music for your ears only.
Such sweet delicate sounds
But tears in the end.
I still need you.
I wonder why.
Was it true, my love for you?
You disappeared not long ago.
To a place I used to call my home.
You left me for the one,
The one you thought could save you from me.
In the end we will remember
Not the touch of another.
But the love we had for each other.
Love,
Lilly.
