Love, at past tense

“Love is the enemy of love,

The thief that shortens 

All our golden hours.

I have never understood then

Why lovers count their happiness

In days and nights and years,

While our love can only be measured

In our joys and sights and tears” 

Time is the enemy of love by V. J. Rajadhon

Love is at past tense. Only when broken leftovers found their way out trying to move on and feel one again then love is being called on its name. Why lovers cannot feel and say it out loud without being afraid when it truly happens, only after years of attempts, in and outs, we can articulate our love…at past tense but never in the present moment. I loved you and maybe I still do…

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