Love.

On the first day of love,

She gave me a small empty casket.

On the second day of love,

She gave me an empty grave.

On the third day of love,

She left me to die in a desert.

On the fourth day of love,

She scattered my bones.

On the fifth day of love,

She forced me to rise,

like a towering phoenix.

On the sixth day of love,

She made me leave her,

to die in a desert.

On the seventh day of love,

I took my love away.