Love never dies a natural death.
It dies because we don't know
how to replenish its source.
It dies of blindness, and errors, and betrayals.
It dies of illness, and wounds,
it dies of weariness, of withering, and tarnishing.
It mostly dies because, of illness, old age, and war
Sometimes it dies of a broken heart.
That no one knows how to truly fix it.
As humans, we try to fix it.
The question is how?