Does love rain down like blossoms in the fall
I wondered...
A thousand colors of pink and yellow
A parade of time and a conjunction of feeling
Tender like the hands of a prayer whispered
In joy
While kneeling
Or does love possess
Covetously
I pondered...
With a shallow smile that rots in beat
To the petals on the pavement
Mimicking the neutrality
Of a dealer waiting for the cards to fall
While they are dealing?
"I am only answers, not questions",
said Love
"With too few regrets to mention".