Old Love Poem by Lea Kardov

I loved you ten thousand years ago.
When it was even not a word.
No statement was written on the coffee mug.
No blood on the sword.
No story untold.


Back then, when paintings kissed cave walls.
Flowers held tightly to the gods of spring.
Leaves formed bounds with the trees from within.
I loved you truly back then.


Over the years my love was robbed.
Eyes not opened wide enough to see through the pain.
I don't know if it is still love or a false claim.