Is it gathered to the garbage bag?
And thrown away to the darkest place in the heart?
Is it ignored or destroyed
But feelings are abstract, can you fabricate them?
Where does the unwanted love go?
I have glimpsed lot of dark gorgeous beautiful magnificent woman
Who are holding on to those phantoms of psychopaths
With that hope of blizzard in the dessert
Deteriorating to let go of branches of thorns in the heart
Where the unwanted love does goes?
I have glimpsed marvelous, intelligent, wonderful children’s
Who are lingering for their father’s to love them
It is something they dream of each and every day
Only to find that they are grabbing the mist the sun is already up.
Love is patient, compassionate, it has no jealous and does not give glory to itself
Love does not puffs up and it does not behave itself unseeingly
It is not easily provoked but it believes all things
Love hopes everything, endures everything and it sweet
Where the superfluous love does go?
I saw them hard working, sweating, and thriving for success
Now they have made it, devoid of father’s love
They basically have everything and their fathers got nothing
Should they wine and dine them?
Where the superfluous love does go?