Love is a tiny word

that can hold much pain.

A word once written does not see age,

or one time beauty, now betrayed.

A word that must be breathed from loving lips

or in truth is never spoke.

A word that may be touched

through time and distance.

It is a thing that ages

from honeymoon to lifetime bond.

Yet it can be a sign as well

unlovers came,

and like a stony bird did fall,

shattered, to never rise again.