What is love
Is it
The serendipitous encounter between a paper and pen
Or
The feeling
Of falling into the cold waters
Deep
And deeper
To find the sunken ship and its box of treasure
Or
The way an ore moves a rowboat
The way a sail gives direction to its accomplice
I would never know
I have only burned the paper
Drowned-
Lost the treasure
And crashed my boats
Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 3:23 PM UTC
What is love
Is it
The serendipitous encounter between a paper and pen
Or
The feeling
Of falling into the cold waters
Deep
And deeper
To find the sunken ship and its box of treasure
Or
The way an ore moves a rowboat
The way a sail gives direction to its accomplice
I would never know
I have only burned the paper
Drowned-
Lost the treasure
And crashed my boats
