Love; oh love.

Temporary like everything else? Maybe. Or why not?

Love yourself she used to say; licking the tears of that love is she now?

Love is a miscreant hypocrite she now says.

Time changes everything they used to say; seem true now, don’t they?

Love; oh love.

Temporary like everything else? Maybe. Or why not?

 

– Gursimran Kaur