Wilted Love

They share A love so beautiful.
So rare, and intense with lots of care.
You can feel the magic in the air.
She'd kill to be held by him.
He'd die to make her smile as he did back then.
Their love is in an hour glass, and it's wilting alway.
It's dying like roses on A cold winters day.
They don't want to give up, but the words keep getting in the way.
She cries at night, and he's holding on with all his mite.
'Will this be their last fight? '
'Has their love wilted alway? '


shonda barnes