high walls, sits in your parlour for a while, so quietly that you don't discover its presence
until it has made its home inside yours... and then it acquaints you with the paradise it
brings..and you, like a little child with her new doll, spend your days and nights inebriating
the contentment it gives.. and LOVE, like an old neighbour, like a sibling, becomes your
habit...
But then it decides to leave, leaving you alone in your empty house like a feeble mother of a
debauched son ..
and when it does, it never goes as stealthily as it came... it finds its way to the front door
and walks out breaking the walls you had once built to protect the home which just
collapsed..
but you pick up the broken pieces, and build a wall stronger ... :)
