In the House Where Love Died

*~* In the house where love had died Shadows echo off walls As silent voices mysteriously cry their unwept tears Vows broken Promises stolen And the soft whisperings of life are gone In the quiet, unfriendly corners of the rooms Dead soft, fingers of light- Peek shyly through cold, shuttered windows As the drip, drip, drip of rusty, unused faucets cry their tears Begging for wet rivers of love… That once ran through their flowing spigots… Now sitting unused in their empty rooms No more children’s voices ringing joyfully through the halls Little finger prints that no longer trace the walls Silent Empty No one lives here anymore Never- could one love too much But… They could have loved in a false way, Where everything beloved was naught Never loved as it ought to be The halls - in lonely grief they sigh For those once loved no longer reply The silence of love… Voices that cannot sing again Silent hearts which once sang their songs… Quieted now… Where love has gone *~*