Love Is Dead Poem by Samantha Ashley
Love Is Dead
Love is dead for me and him.
Somewhere it is buried, never to rise again.
The breath of life spread, too short to hold
turned this proud heart; fire to cold.
From the lips where of a tender kiss had sprung
came poisoned words.
All is now done.
So it must be, against my wish that love did flee.
Farewell sweet bliss!
funny how the same instrument can serve opposing purposes....nice
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/16/2024 12:53:33 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Love is dead................Farewell sweet bliss, well done nice piece Regards Tom