Love

I sit
young and craving
for the beauty
of a female face
to gaze
and appreciate
with my eyes
that glare
soft and round
like a world
of love
orbiting
the perfect sun

This love
like a God
created beings
primitive
and physical
worshiping
that perfect sun

Those beings
drain
the moisture
of those eyes
that orbit
the perfect sun
in love

The eyes
go blind
and dry
losing sight
of the perfect sun,
the beautiful face

The primitive beings
rage with blood shed
and rape
degrading their land
once moist and lush
now stone hard
and grey
while the sun still beams
perfect rays
unintentionally drying
and fueling
the fire
of the primitive beings'
rage

Through centuries
the beings progress
in technology
while holding true
to their primitive ways
on those eyes
dry and dying
they create
gasoline vessels
to travel through space

Leaving those dead
and desperate eyes
the beings travel
to the source
of their creation:
that perfect sun
and on impact
of melting metal,
gasoline and fire

The biggest explosion
of time
of space
destroying the stars
the primitive race
the moon
the eyes
on their final gaze
the neighboring planets
going further
destroying
the milky way
all which lit
the dark void

Now
the final flame
of that perfect sun,
that beautiful face
of Love
goes out
as simple
as a candle