"Love" by Anonymous

Love,

When it starts falling

There is really no stopping her

The paper bleeds on its own

So much so the words flow

Like the mystics of waterfalls 

Or the euphony from the above

I could write about you

But love, the pen ceases

I could scream to the world

But they wouldn’t know

I could reinvent the lost 

Just for you and you 

But they wouldn’t know

The thorn at your feet,

Roses bloom where you stand

The angels coo and the stars hide

The moon conceals her smile

The universe itself sighs 

They have heard enough

The morning star and the evening

I tell them everything

They know about you, 

How could they not?