We are liars; because
the truth of yesterday becomes
a lie of tomorrow
where as letters are fixed
and we live by the letter of truth..

the love I feel for my friend this year
is different from the love I felt last year
if it were not so, it would be a lie.

yet we reiterate love! love! love!
as if it were a coin with fixed value
instead of a flower that dies
and opens as a different bud.