Love.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

they tell me
love does not disappear
but i do not believe them anymore
because one day
love disappears but i agree with them
those who say that
with firmness

we do not tell its disappearance
we want to keep the home in exchange for
the lie that now you know they have always
maintained

in exchange for love that
goes away
we keep the structure and we tell those
that ask us
like the way you ask once

love is in the air
love is not jealous
love is patient

and the last statement that love is blind
now assumes a new sight.