it is so easily said
and yet so hard to hold
not like the fairy tale
that we were often told
for love is like a song
that drifts into the night
and vanishes at dawn
as dark gives way to light
and love is like the tide
that steals the lover's plea
engraved in fragile sand
then washed into the sea
perhaps love is a bird
that flees a bitter wind
as seasons come and go
and love comes to an end
and yet my love is true
and lingers until death
for I will not let go
before my final breath
Thank you very much for reading, commenting and rating. I appreciate any poem of mine being viewed as stunning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a gem of a poem. I have never read a poem on love as good as this one.10 plus
Thank you Nosheen. I am very glad you liked it that much.