The Hint

No love. No hope. No golden light.

No love - no blossoming.
No love - no raining.
No love - no smell.
No love - no laugh.
No love - no harvesting.

How do you manage to live without this triune, dear Hero?
What do you drink?
What do you eat?
What do you breathe?
Your answers are always odd.
Unexpected.
Any answer of yours is not symmetrical.
The smell of lilac.
Bravo!!!
I need my entire life to find the key to your cipher, Master.

Sometimes it seems to me that I invented you and me as an addition of yours.
From time to time, I'm tired of your_my mind games.
Once you showed me a plane falling.
It crashed into the sea.
There was a soundtrack Une "Vie D'Amour" by Aznavour.
I thank you for those tears, for that catharsis.
After that, I began to love again.
I love my life.
I love my body.
I love you, my invisible Good Friend.
I`ve understood your hint.