Asking love

What comes after when love grows old, 
And age between the folds withhold? 
Do couples stare sans words to share, 
Before charms boldly fall with hair?

What ails next when oaths are broken, 
And promises come forsaken? 
Do lovers hate and curse to kill,
'Til blood bled rose in winter's chill?

What tears most when tears streak barren, 
For cheeks that lay 'neath the terrain? 
Would one mourn against dark suture—
If so—for past, or for future?

These are questions constantly brought,
But no right answers could be thought. 
Yet, I know it to worth seeking, 
For love's indeed a life's longing.

Dale Chou
2001-12-16