If love was love.
Then love would love.
My love would be love.
If we’d talk.
Talking would be love.
But we don’t talk anymore.
So love was love.
Love that was.
Love in my heart.
Love still, still in my blood.
Love me.
Love the way you loved.
I miss the way you loved.
The way you loved me.
How your love was love.
When love was love.
Love no longer loves.
My love no longer loves.
No longer loves me.
So was love, love?
Or love dreamt?
Then I love sleep.
And sleep is love.
And love, loves me.