I don’t see
The graceful flap
Of butterflies
Hovering over flowers
When love is on my
Mind

Even though,
I understand the
circular nature of time
And I’ve been to this
Place before
I’m an amnesiac
So I’m still living
Blind

Each
Traversal
Of the circle of
Life
Causes
The soul’s cage
To be redefined

The soul
retains its identity
But with each trip
We lose the
Contents of our mind

Sometimes
We just lose our mind
But the love remains.

The Love Remains