Too Many Lovers, Not Enough Love

Too Many Lovers, Not Enough Love

Too many hands that softly touch,

But hearts that never feel too much.

Kisses like whispers, here then gone,

A fleeting dance, a hollow song.

Promises bloom but never stay,

Like morning dew that slips away.

Eyes that shine but never see,

What love could be, what love should be.

Names are spoken, then erased,

Warmth forgotten, time misplaced.

A thousand sparks that fail to glow,

Too quick to come, too fast to go.

Letters written, never read,

Dreams abandoned, left for dead.

The thrill of moments passing by,

But love’s true voice is lost to lies.

Hearts are open, but never wide,

Afraid of what may lurk inside.

Too many lovers in the night,

But love still hides beyond their sight.

So here we stand, again hope is gone.

With empty hearts no love for anyone.

Seems all the passion is dead not alive

WHY?

Too many lovers, not enough love