If ever love turns sour
I could compare myself no more to a flower
If ever love turns sour
I could achieve no more the divine force of power.
If ever love turns sour
I could grind no more the wheat of passion to sprinkle the flour.
If ever love turns sour
I could no more want anyone to smile or glower.
If ever love turns sour
I could no more help a widow to get her dower.
If ever love turns sour
I could no more be proud to touch our emotional tower.
If ever love turns sour
I could bathe no more in your love's warm shower.
If ever love turns sour
I could no more take a walk with you through our imaginary bower.
If ever love turns sour
I could no more sow the seeds of love, no more be a sower.
Written in the afternoon of the 21st February,2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Not a chance of sour grapes growing upon this Poetic Vine! +10