When Love Dies

When Love Dies When love dies it takes sanity under ugly Drops it in a foreign land beneath cold sand No rock will take it underneath It cannot fit or breathe there with the bugs Because it stinks of death Lost in decay disinteresting Rocks have better things to do They sit there on the brink Some are solid in their dark Say nothing of their fate No reason to think of culture or living things Malignancy is not their cup of tea When love dies trees forget to grow They know the better part of valor Rooted in the truth Discretion knows nothing of the pain When love dies the memory remains