Is there anything left to love?

A flower only has so many petals,
Every time one more is taken,
I can’t help but wonder,
What happens when the last is given away?

Is there anything left to love?
Who could love a flower without petals?
What man would keep a fruitless tree?

When love is free,
Who’s left to fight for?
Why bother waiting
When life is nothing more than instant gratification.

We live in the moment,
So we can die in the next.
What for?
Just a hint of truth?

What if the truth isn’t what we want to hear?
Effortlessly we tune to another station
It has become too easy,
To run,
To hide.

Stop playing with the dial
The truth is here,
The truth is now.

Stop throwing love around,
It is not just another four letter word,
It is far from an everyday feeling.

Guard yourself
Save something for tomorrow
Before there is nothing left to love.