Why??

They lived in the same house....

one the lovely, perky one
other the beautiful, silent one

she had the world at her feet
she... waited in the corner for someone to happen to her

she was hot
she... shy

she drove the mind and hormnones
she ...the soul..and heart...

she was red
she... the blue..and the white...

she the fire..
she....the rain...

she the popular one
she...lonesome....

she grew with time
she...faded...

she became immortal
she ..died ...of heart break ...

they both lived in the same house...

she..the lust
she...the love...

Dying Love...

when love dies...
it is a silent sigh..
nobody hears it coming..

there is no obituary
no funeral
no prayers by beloved

it is a lonely death

the most beautiful concept LOVE
dies the most unloved death ...

THE Connection...

she looked at me with her innocent eyes
she caressed me with her innocent fingers
she was upset...her mamma was weeping
she did not know the reason
but she felt uncomfortable
she hugged me
and kissed me
and gave me her best toy

oh...how she was willing to sacrifice
to see me happy

she had repaired my wounded soul
she had unknowingly
taught me the complexity of unconditional love
the purity of connection

for though she is only three
and i thirty three
and she does not have language grasp
and i dont talk much

she knows....