Forever

Her gaze reflects his pose
Of laughter within the sunshine
His back produces the prose of love lost and broken
She doesn't care and yet feels touched
That her loved has never lost his touch of love before
She doesn't mind that he may not understand
Of what she pens and what she feels
Wasn't life such that you live it?
Wasn't living such that you love it?
And wasn't loving such that you give it?
And never expect anything in return
Then so be it, that pool of love 
That can be warped by a drop of water
Which cleanly comes from her tearful eyes.

by Jay
(archived: http://xz0ne.cjb.net, voidmatsumoto@yahoo.co.uk)