How Could Love Change? Poem by James Walter Orr

The leaves upon the vine begin to wither.
The warbling birds no longer wish to sing.
The happy days of once have wandered whither?
Their absence, like a serpent, sets its sting.

The loving flame where once our hearts would hover,
Now burns and sears each time we try to touch.
Our badly aching hearts try to recover,
But the drain on our emotions is too much.

The shooting star just streaks across the night sky,
Yet leaves its mark within the viewer's soul.
Love, though it burns, can change, and although we try,
Makes yet the lover's memory pay the toll.

Our love, once strong, now mutilates and mauls us.
The savage scars can't find the time to heal.
New onslaughts bred in heartbreak now assail us,
And bewildered hearts can't hear our mind's appeal.

Love quickly grows into a source of power,
Malignant growth can change the songs we sing,
Into a death chant, chanted by the hour,
Devouring hearts from which those powers spring.