Dear love, thank you, honestly..

There was no purity
there was no sky
nor sun
there was no summer
of hope
or joy-overflowing
unbelievably real
There was no touch
that gave wind to lungs
no perfect harmony of souls
no safety
nor trust
There was no love so beautiful
could overpower the ruiner
die it must
as always is
denied
strangers we are
to what we were
one of us could not fight alone
the other gave up and gone
no mercy
no flowers
no promises fulfilled
so it be
love
a fractured dead thing
stillborn beloved nurtured
and sacred
but vulnerably exposed
turned rotten like hatred
not allowed
love
so it be
quite always and forever
murdered
betrayed.