Carousel of Love

Birds sing, marking 
the end of their battle
Laughing and toasting
to who they are
crazy and in love

No one understands them
nor should anyone try to
define what's blurred to
even their eyes

It's a beautiful relationship
shifting moment by moment
Jumping pages and chapters
then going back to see
what they missed

Drinking red wine
in the blossoming spring
they fall asleep in
each other's arms
Wondering which one
will be gone when
the other awakes 

Sweet love turns sour
as their conscious minds
drift asleep and their breathing
steadies, eyes close carefully
the red wine flowing through
their veins

Singing birds fly away
enough saluting for one day
Returning to chapter one
beginning from the end
Knowing where their
story goes
But the crumpled pages
of their love is never
fully dismantled