His tender words flowed so sweetly,
Like honey dripping from the comb;
How quickly the seeds of love take root
When they're scattered upon fertile loam
So precious to me were his words,
What passion they stirred in my heart!
But Time proved to be their enemy.....
In dismay, I watched them fall apart
How frail and brief their existence,
Transparent as the ocean's spray;
And much like feathers borne by the wind,
Love's empty words tend to drift away
Empty words of love can't endure
The tornadic winds of the heart;
But for a brief while what joy they bring
As they practice their deceitful art
So let them fly - - set those words free!
Like weary birds with restless wings
They'll find refuge in my lonely heart - -
Those false lyrics, bound with golden strings
And the next time such words drift by,
Like a child in a candy store
With unbridled greed I'll grasp for them,
Then devour those sweet lies yet once more
What a lovely poem, really like the passage, lovely words that shine like gold, they glisten in the sun; When darkness falls, they disappear, their menial task I'd done. How very true, a really good read. Thank you for sharing. Steve.
You have given a new and deeper meaning to words and woven much imagery into this precious little poem-excellant
like a kid in a candy store, I'll reach out for the sweetest ones And make them mine deeply touched!
true love is always empty with no word. your empty words glisten in my soul.
Don't think I've ever read a sadder poem than this: And what makes it even sadder is that he didn't know his words were empty, Falling as they did like dew on lush grass, a canvas for his image of you, Sparkling like diamonds set on black velvet display, Like streetlights reflecting off the night-black rippled canals of Venice, But now turned to ash as they do when diamonds burn like common coal, Withering under your fierce gaze. Yes I know him well, well enough in fact, To know that there will always be love in his heart for you. That's how I'd feel if it were me.
Words are floating in the air and ears are selective in catching those that they like. Beautiful poem. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Empty words are indeed meaningless and should be left to float away - beautifully written Lora, great rhyming.