--Do you love?
I can hear that voice in my head..Sometimes,I hear it in my dreams.(my cherished sleep)
"YES!" I scream..then I plead with a trembling
voice,"yes"
--But,the voice remains somber and cold.
"True love never dies...
--Do you love?"
I wake,my guts in my throat.my head reels with the
thud of my heart.Awake or asleep;yes,I know love..
--But,do you love?..
--Do you love.
The smell of roses is the breath of that voice..
The smell of dead October roses..
