Love
To be
Fond of love
Is a living memory
In loving memory
To be fond of love
Is to remember how we met
Why we met
The picture of us
Meeting
To be fond of love
Is to be heartbroken
Mending the pieces
Patching it bit by bit
On your knees
Breathing to the stars
In exhale of the hurt
The indescribable pain
Tormenting your whole being
Yes to be fond of love
Takes vulnerability
It takes everything
of your being to surrendering
To give way for the universe
To enter our hearts again
Once more