It may be that love
is what we all want
to receive.
But is there yet
a greater need
few realize and
all possess…
the need to give one’s love?

When love’s rare warmth
began to stir,
I used to let it die
unheard, untouched,
unknown.
But then, each time
some part of me would die
alone.

For great grief came
not for things done
but things undone,
unsaid.
tender thoughts silenced,
loving deeds left wanting,
gentle feelings unexpressed
and gone dead.

But soon, it’s too late.
For unkindled sparks
become cinders.
The flame flickers…
then expires
in the finality
of ones own…
death-bed.....

Really good work.

very profound!.....and so very real and true!