No Love by De Bar

In the depths of despair, where shadows dwell,

I weave a tale, a lament to tell.

No love, they say, exists in this land,

A barren realm where hearts can't withstand.

I search the corners, the hidden places,

For traces of affection, familiar faces.

But in this realm, love's flame has waned,

Leaving emptiness, where hope is strained.

No love in the whispers of the breeze,

No love in the rustling of the trees.

No love in the moon's gentle glow,

No love in the rivers that ceaselessly flow.

I wander through the desolate night,

Seeking solace, a glimmer of light.

But the stars above seem cold and distant,

Their twinkle devoid of love's existence.

In this land, hearts have turned to stone,

Forgotten how to beat, to love, to atone.

No tenderness lingers, no passion ignites,

Just echoes of longing on moonless nights.

No love in the touch of a lover's hand,

No love in the warmth of a sandy strand.

No love in the laughter of children's play,

No love in the promises made each day.

But even in darkness, a flicker remains,

A tiny ember, defying love's refrains.

For love, though scarce, is a resilient force,

A flame that endures, changing its course.

In the silence, a whisper of hope I hear,

A gentle reminder, dispelling my fear.

For love, my dear, is not bound by fate,

It transcends boundaries, conquers hate.

No love may reside in this desolate land,

But in hearts willing, it can still expand.

Through acts of kindness, compassion's embrace,

Love's essence can flourish, filling this space.

So let us defy the notion of "no love,"

And embrace its power, sent from above.

For even in darkness, love's light can shine,

A testament to the human spirit divine.

Let us be the catalysts, the sparks that ignite,

Love's fiery flame, banishing the night.

In a world yearning for love's sweet caress,

Let us be the ones who love, nonetheless.