Love

To love: to desire a universe,
A whole different memory,
May it be a curse
And may it be my eulogy
For it's a cold trip to the furnace.

From the sky to the abyss
There is no real Juliet
For love is a ghostly ditch
Trapping lovers unmet
Meant for solitary anguish.

And the stars remain inanimate
As the sun chases the moon
A matter that leaves out fate
For in the beginning, there is already doom
With disregarded, unconcealed cards.