Love Is Dead

Love is dead and no one Is mourning. No one mourns because no one knows

They see the flowers, we see the smiles, the soft whisper of sweet words and feel the sensual embrace of the lover.

Gold, silver, pearls and rubies. All beautiful and shiny. Bright lights and starry eyes. Perfect smiles and perfect photos.

They have been carried away by the lure of Eros.

Love is dead and no one mourns. No one mourns because no one knows

No one knows because the impostor is here. He says:

Take it. Don’t give it

Say it. You don’t have to mean it

If you want it, go get it

Have sex with it. You don’t need to marry it.

Love is dead and no one mourns. No one mourns because no one knows

No one knows because no one sees. Blinded by the Impostor’s lies, they do not see. Covered in fear and shame, they didn’t look up.

If they did, they would have seen him. Pierced side, punctured palms and feet, evidence of his suffering. Evidence of true love.

Arms open, heart open wide. Eyes pleading. Waiting. Look he says. I am he. I am true love. And I live.

But will they believe?

2 Replies to “Love Is Dead”

  1. Love is dead and the killers claims innocent. Love lay on the floor like a piece of rag, everyone tramples on it. Love has been replaced with lust. But i know Love will fight back someday because the gospel is yet to go round the world. Thanks 4lah

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