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
and like a stony bird did fall,
shattered, to never rise again.