Cold And Illogical

The love that disperses, like shadows on snow.

It is formless. It is without hate or malice only because of it's desensitivity.

Shadows are superfluous, mere images that outline desires.

Though never show their true feelings,

Snow is cold, So are people sometimes.

So in a World of individuality and selfish desires,

Would it not be more appropriate for shadows to be cast on snow,

Rather than on a wall where sunlight gives hopefully

The End