I have been left desolate.
They have been left desolate.
Their hearts are heavy.
My heart is heavy.
Their souls are heavy.
My soul is heavy.
They all came for beauty.
The beauty that was embedded in love.
They followed the fake beauty.
And the real, desolate.
She cries all day.
Calling lovers to herself.
Yet, they ignore her.
Instead, they go in search of other lovers.
Day and Night, she keeps vigil and waiting.
Waiting for the return of
Those she called her lovers.
Yet, they return not.
Yet, I return not.
For my soul is in their naked beauty.
My heart flows with theirs.
And yet, we did not see our lover waiting.
And at dusk, they came running.
Running back to the root.
Running away from fake lovers.
For love has broken their souls.
Indeed, love has broken my soul.
Yet, she accepted them.
She kissed, hugged and welcomed them.
She even consoled them with breasts of comfort.
Until all became soaked in their grief of pain, joy, happiness and sadness.
