“love is dead,” they all say

but he’s always disagreed

it was her smile that brought life to the world

it was her voice that guided the dead

it was her laughter that made flowers bloom

it was her touch that created joy itself

it was her expression that personalities ordinated

it was her kiss that fireworks were inspired by

it was her whisper that books were written

it was her heart that continued beating

and that was why he still believed in love.