Please, why should I believe in Faeries
When they have stopped believing in me
And why are the trees, just made now of wood
Not spirits that they once would be
Why are dreams just wisps of smoke
When once they were strands of gold
And why oh why is love so frail
Leaving nothing left now to hold.
Give me one more dream to dream please
Give me one more hand in my hand
Give me one more love in my life please
Before I leave my dust in the sand.
Paintings and poetry. 
It’s not Love that is frail, it’s we humans that are. Love is forever, if two people are right for each other and they both want it to last, it does. All we have to do is stop being afraid. Then hold out your hand for the last time and what happiness and joy and peace and above all, contentment, which only Love gives us. Without Love, nothing is any good. Such a sad poem Bob but beautifully expressed by you. xx
Beautiful