if love is a concept
why is it that this
inexplicable feeling
seems all too real

love was our sin
that we kept
under our lips
when we had first met

love was my desire
a sudden ache
inside my head
(maybe my heart)

love was your language
it was second nature to you;
every syllable
came so easy

carefree.

i never quite understood why.

but i guess i never will

(b.d.s.)