My soulless man loves—

Through a bulletproof glass-
He doesn’t trust-
He doesn’t feel-
He is for REAL-

He proved me with a knife-
I tested him with tears-
His atmosphere-
Is that of Mars-
Sometimes same distance-

Trees, mountains and lakes-
They are his wailing walls-
Where he hides his scrolls-
And prays-
For the enlightenment of Earth-
And pain free life-

But Love’s like Sun-
It doesn’t warm you up-
Nor gives you any healing light-
Through glass-
It catches fire —

©️ Dalia Lane

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