My Love
I wish my love was a paper that was lit on fire,
It would have already passed the burning point,
And entered the stage where it's dissipated.
Gone, and nearly no trace,
Except the ashes.
Too bad my love is my like a rock,
Sturdy, and doesn't disappear, once burned.
In fact, it stays warm for a long, long time.
It won't ever cool off again.
~ Rose Pond
