If they asked
He would tell them
why he allows love to pass him by.
He would not dissemble
but would tell it like it is.
He would tell them
the consequence
of love’s young dream
is nothing
but
a brimful of broken dreams
He would tell them
about the crushing of hope,
the falling off from pedestals.
He would say
the triumph of love
is not exultation but
corroding
of the heart.
He [...]