Where does love go, after it’s done?
Does it hide itself away?
In darkest nights, in brightest days,
Clinging to dark, the light it shuns.
Where does love go, after it dies?
To darkened corners solitaire?
In a shadowed musty lair,
And there alone it cries.
Where does love go, when the fire dies out,
And all the world’s in a stygian gloom?
Suffering somewhere in a lonely room,
Filled with hurt and lingering doubt?
But sometimes, love will ages linger,
And though time passes it remains.
Through all the misery and pains.
Not caring for who points the finger
Love sometimes never leaves your heart,
Though years go by it stays.
In darkest nights, in brightest days,
It chooses never to depart.
4/7/13 Alton Texason
Leave a Reply