Love that never

There is, Love that never
comes or go's
or shrinks or grows.
But where do the lovers go
nobody really knows.
They say where your mind is at
your soul is at.
But what about the hearts,
Do they dissolve and return
to the source
of love.
Are they like the brush
that strokes and dances on the canvas?
Spreading colour and splashing light
in the name of art.
Till one day, they just brake apart.
mission over.
Each bristle each hair
just lay there in peace.
Dissolving underground.
Meanwhile the children
play above.
Practising in the land
of hate and love.
Hate is heavy
love it lite.
It is envy, that always seeks
to take a bite.
Little does it know.
Nothing can be gained.
Life is for sharing
and letting go.
A dance but not a show.
Bees buzzing,
a wolf runs in the snow.
Meanwhile,
the trees just love
to grow.

Eliberocelta @ el Torcal May 2020

Touching. Just what I needed to calm my wondering soul at this moment in my life.

That was so good! Thanks for this little masterpiece. "A dance but not a show." Words to live by.