About Love

Two years ago ,in times like these, the insect met the sweet.
Her heart was an inspiration to his eyes,
Though they never really met.
She saw in him what others didn't have,
Though his heart was not open yet.
His love for her was like those tales that truth they don't posses.
She found him!
He found her!
Did they found what they were searching for?
Life gives you the illusion and the spark of hope.
But they never reched it, can't you see?
Keep your eyes wide open:
This is not a story, this is not a poem;
This is not something she regrets for.
The bee found the wrong sweet.
The honey was not for him;
Nor the bee for her.
Were they the seeker and the answer?
They felt something,
Promises came,
Words which the heart beated maketh.
The song is there, she sings it in her heart.
Did he ever sang it?
She's not making herself a broken hearted;
She's making herself the voice of experience,
Which can tell us that there was a spark
A light of blue in the weep of dark
A shining star who tells us about love.