My Silent Plea

My plea is Silent, yet everyone hears. No one acknolodges, for me they fear. From the winds to the doors, the listeners ignore. Its only one  question about diverse affection. Love is forever going on in a night. But does love fly or sail just like a kite? A kite flies strong when nothing's in its path. Along comes strong winds competing with a laugh. The wind knocks it down, holding it to the ground. The kite is desperate, being held like a shroud. The kite keeps trying and trying to get up. But is love just like that or am I out of luck?