Is love something temporary?
Why do we argue with our loved ones?

Is it from heaven,
or is it in our hearts?
Where does it come from?
Possibilities mean
it may come from above
when the doves fly.

The blue sky opens
and the clouds break open so pure and white.
Sun beaming on the earth,
to give the playing children their light.

But the trigger,
the volt,
is that where the anger comes from?
Is that why we argue with our loved ones?
Is that why we hold grudges and cups of coffee
at the cafe' we used to go together?

Where would be a better place?
To talk,
to express,
and converse.
What would be a better topic?
You decide what it is,
and I'll decide where we go.