Let love not cool
and slumber make
with ease of familiarity
for love that sleeps
when called to rise
makes embers vanish from the eyes
Undeclared love is death
in unspoken words
a parched flower that can thirst no more
for when the well is capped
and the fountain dry
it weeps a barren Love's cry
like a mourning dove
bidding her mate
that receives no reply
Let love not cool
and slumber make
breathing a contented sigh
