don't

speak of love,

it's like

airing dirty laundry,

to speak that word

is, in itself, a fallacy for loving

only produces despair --

a total lacking,

but speak of the times

you loved

and were fulfilled

like a phophecy is fulfilled.

to say one loves

is to say,

one is finished, there is no

other becoming

one changes with the weather

to be ill or chilled,

do not speak of love

that kills

or reorganizes.