Sometimes love is Oxygen You don’t know it is there Because it has never Been gone Love was Saturday morning Hair tangled  In my sister’s Beside me On the bed Sun streams Through the window Dust glitters And dances in the light At the smell of sausages And the sound of my mother’s  Gentle voice I was beautiful Because I was alive Love was A candle  That went unnoticed  In a room full Of light *** Sometimes love is A silhouette of hope Drifting on black wings  Away, far away  From me Love was Try harder; pray more Be worthy To exist But ever falling, ever sinking Buried.  Darkness, underground Then slowly fading…fading Deep away From the air and sun and light And from the birds The birds Wheeling, rising Free I was beautiful “If” and “but”--the fine print ever changing Love was An ember Shielded in the dark Craving flame *** Sometimes love is The rising sun I’ve known the darkness And I’ve seen The morning come Love is Sunday morning Laughing voices Cof...