Fault

that love can last even when death is at hand.

It shows that love can reach its fars,

That cancer can be a never ending sand.

Our stars are faulted because love may be taken,

So lasting it was not given.

It may be that our fault is at shaken,

Life may not be worth livin',

Because everyday waking up was a sin.

To ask and wonder where?

To have known where they have gone or been.

A love so deep that can never share.

Every moment seems to want to last,

But, in a blink.

It is gone so fast,

Loosing love is loosing living.

An inspiration has yet to aspire,

To know another life is worth giving.

And strength has yet to aquire,

Love cannot be written in words.

It is written by the heart,

But, love is also written in the stars farther than the birds.

And to the beyond for a new start.

Of love to future and love to pass.

So, yet indead the fault is in our stars.