What the Love songs don't sing of

I look at you, and your hand holding hers
And I look into your eyes where I see only me
As I smile at the tingling pain in my heart.
This is what the love songs don’t sing of
Of the ironies, jealousies, and searing hurt.

We live in each other’s quiet distant gaze
We stay together, even as we stay apart.
We are still “we” and it is still “us”.
This is what the love songs don’t sing of
Of the separation and quiet togetherness

When we will grow old, and think of these days
We will pine to come back to each other as we do now
How life doesn’t change and holds still in time.
This is what the love songs don’t sing of
Of the life gone by through the still waters of time.

Of the dried flowers stacked away in the dairies
Of the lost winters, left cold by the fireside
Of the springs blown away by the autumn winds
This is what the love songs don’t sing of.
Of the silenced love and tears buried alive.

Of the music which trickled down the memory hills
Of the perfect blue skies, torn apart by sun rays
Of the dearness of emotions, and sameness of days
This is what the love songs don’t sing of
Of bitter, sweet, and tightly held good-byes.