To Love

If I loved you once, will I be loved twice as much?

“Or be hurt twice as much?” she whispered in the wind that brushed past her, and to the landscape before her brown eyes.

The coldness brought by the wind and the warmth of the setting sun.

The love that she kept alive inside her while its other half grew colder.

The warmth that is struggling to survive until the end.

And, finally, it lost its battle over the harsh coldness.

Through the night it cried a painful sorrow.

“If I were to love again… Will I be loved?”