Villanelle For The Meaning Of Our Love Poem by Marieta Maglas

We couldn't understand the meaning of our love or so.
We couldn't find each other in our world of two and
Love itself ceased to be because it had no sense to glow.


Love made sense for both of us, but we didn't let it flow,
Though we could let it flow, we didn't give it a chance.
We couldn't understand the meaning of our love or so.


Our love senses were intermingled and we didn't know,
But we knew it when we touched it with our angry bodies.
Love itself ceased to be because it had no sense to glow.


We let our love madness be a big bubble growin' to blow.
That kind of madness made us drinkers of our delusions, and
We couldn't understand the meaning of our love or so.


We understood the dyin' meaning of the delusions in our show.
They have been dissolved into sorrow until our separation, and
Love itself ceased to be because it had no sense to glow.


Now, when we drive with a time machine in the snow,
‘Tis too late to search for each other in our world of two, and
We couldn't understand the meaning of our love or so,
Love itself ceased to be because it had no sense to glow.

Poem by Marieta Maglas