The words come so easily when talking of love

Flowing like wine in an overrun glass

Intoxicating sips that threaten to engulf

Slipping so quickly and falling so fast


Yet as time passes with no love in sight

Wine turns to dust throat parched in the heat

As if dragged from the air words die in flight

Feet struggle in the sand as an oasis you seek


Though searching alone is peril enough

Discovery of aim a fear in itself

Only one thing in life is as scary as love

Living without what once you have felt