when you love it will be
like the all-knowing faith inside
the truth that sits
and waits and hides
when you love it will be
a single comet shooting
and all other stars
will dim in its beauty
if you look too closely
the fragile cycle will slip
one mindless fingertip
brushing against the wind
if you look too closely
love will close its eyes
and fold like spring
petals drooping with sighs