Love Is Never Finished Poem by Nick F. Hawkins

Love is a masterpiece that
Can't be finished but
Only abandoned,
Vacant hearts beat
Off tangent the way a band
Bleeds when the drummers
Are absent,
The heart flattens from
The birth of detachment
Once the love is present
Yet the emotions are absent,
Bloody red roses arose in the
Mountains and then blackened
From the pain that poured
Down when it rained in ashes,
The love was never finished
But a mere figment that the
Two doves could only imagine,
They flew their separate ways
Forever concealing their
Internal passions