David Harris

Veteran Poet - 1,587 Points (18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

Unpredictable - Poem by David Harris

Love is unpredictable,
one minute you are in it
and the next it is out of bounds.
You cannot predict it
from one day to the next.
Like flowers in the garden
if they are not tended properly
will shrivel up and die.
Love is just the same way.
If it doesn’t get the attention that it needs
those within it will simply melt away.


25 January 2008


Comments about Unpredictable by David Harris

  • Rookie - 0 Points JoAnn McGrath (2/2/2008 9:11:00 PM)

    I know this sounds harsh...but I always told my kids...that love is a full time job...you have to work at it...it sounds cold...but it is true...you have to keep it fresh and new...tend it....guess I didn't do such a good job at practicing what I preached though....: O( (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 29, 2008



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