Some say that love is dead,
But can that really be so?
Is it an idea, a thought in your head?
Or an emotion you outwardly show?
They say that love is no more,
But is that really true?
Must you ask for it, implore,
Or does it come naturally to you?
I heard that love has been destroyed,
But is that believable?
Is it simply redundant or unemployed?
Or a state that’s unachievable?
It’s said that love is in the past,
Old-fashioned and out of date,
But do we all just move too fast?
Perhaps we need to stop and wait.
I watched as love was laid to rest,
And I suppose to see is to believe;
We buried it dressed in our Sunday best,
A love we bereave but cannot conceive.
Copyright © Abi Morgan