Love On the Sidewalk

Love is waiting outside, on the sidewalk, Surrounded by red and orange petals, Standing unmovable, still made of gold, Not lost or found, not bought or sold. A couple came, lips moving as they talk, Her smile and heartbeat, his two medals. They surround love with sheer curiosity, Examining Love with casual proximity. He took of his jacket and boots and said: “what stops Loves to continue his raid?” Her face was rosy, she kissed his heart: “I know love must be in every part!” After an embrace, she let him fly away , where the gold melted, a mark was left. She lifted the bow, arrows and shaft as the breeze took the petals to sway… Is love going flying or walking now? He has wings, she carries the arrow…