It's been a while, since I wrote about love
Maybe the passion isn't there
Maybe it died
All the poems I wrote so why?
Has the love poems stopped
I can't think of what to say
Her eyes her eye who cares
Have I lost my touch?
I feel like I can't write
Like I use to
Maybe the loves not there
But somewhere
I'm feeling it
Slow and soundless
The love I hear pounding
