Kairos
We gain from everything but
true love that's not reachable
Thus, we remain vanquished
by our weakness
Or perhaps we have not
found true love yet
to boast of it
in all idleness
Can we interpret
the sparkly eyes of
the stars above?
Like the beautiful
gardens you once saw
and thought you love—
We always buy that
notion of forever
and ever—
But still we flip-flop
out of place
and say never!