Don'T Talk To Me About Love Poem by fergus michael joy condron

Once the world was full of joy and summers kiss touched my brow and the evening’s laughter kept me from the sane but madding crowd.
Remember all the happy times and the friends and all that stuff, let me offer you now my deafened ears, don’t talk to me about love.

That night that swooned across that room. Our eyes they kissed and touched, sweet hazy bloom of one so soon, then tip toed through the lust.
Like hungry callous creatures, we fed, but not enough, so here my friends, my dumb less lips, don’t talk to me about love.

Like pirates on a love torn ship, and that gold we tried to plunder, the stormy nights and verbal strikes, as the lightening tore us asunder.
So across these seas far away sets she, deadly oceans high and rough, so listen here, and please come near, don’t talk to me about love.