Beauty of love
Green grass that
is burnt.
The loving feeling
has gone away.
The garden that
we use to
put our hopes
and dreams in
is now gone
because the beauty
we had together
is gone.
The garden one
day will be
green once again.
The beauty will
return when I
started loving again.
The beauty of
love is you
can start over again.
- Gene Conner
August 1, 2006