Lies about love
We are a liars,
because
the truth of yesterday becomes a lie tomorrow,
where as letters are fixed,
and we live by the letter of truth.
The love I feel for my friend,
this year,
is different from the love I felt last year.
If it were not so, it would be a lie.
Yet we reiterate love! love! love!
as if it were a coin with a fixed value
instead of a flower that dies,
and opens a different bud.
