When once upon a time the love was strong, there were no problems, no conflicts. Just misunderstandings, and the solutions to those.
When once upon a time the love was strong, there was a huge smile at the sight of each other, and peace in the arms of one another.
When once upon a time the love was strong, there were moments of fury and moments of intense loathing, but there was end to the chaos in making love and caressing.
When once upon a time the love was strong, there were birds chirping and late night phone calls, and you just couldn’t get enough of each other.
When once upon a mid summer nights dream the love was strong, you made promises to keep it from ever diminishing and to keep it sacred and treasured forever.
Now time is here to test you, and you fail miserably.
Where is the love, where is the trust, where is the sincerity and where are the promises.
For I see a black path with blood thirsty thorns on its way, urging me to come to them, to run to them, to live amongst them.
Where once upon a time there was peace, there is sickness and tiresome nights.
The long conversations have become the longest conversations, dragged conversations, without a speck of love dust in them.
Sprinkling is needed, dear love, for the spark to be kept alive.
Otherwise it will all fade away, like everything else in life; like everything else love will fade away and never come back.