Fugitive Love
during
day you would be my sun, at night my moon.
He
escapes, hides, keeps quiet,
but
never loves.
Seconds,
minutes, hours pass
in
the jail of this apathy.
The
indifferent heart continues escaping
never
leaving him to love.
Days,
weeks, months pass
I
continue dying in the Calvary
hoping
that you wake up.
Only,
if it weren’t for fugitive love.
“I finally understood what true love meant...love meant that you care for another person's happiness more than your own, no matter how painful the choices you face might be.”
― Nicholas Sparks, Dear John
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