WE fattened this love, like
a preacher man on sunday,
we fed it, gave it a name, then
had it blessed, just in case
anything bad happence to it,
then the down time hit,
and we both went to our
corners, and waited for that
white towl to drop, but it didnt,
so we both shook hands and
left....oh darkness, you kill
this beatifull love, with just
one thought.....that word hate.
Hi David, Sound really sad this poem, Excellent write, 'hate' is a strong word. Take care.
Seperation, Divorce, especially if there is a Child involved is most difficult and lamenting...Time and strong Faith has it's way in finding answers...A Fine Piece of Work, David...'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FJR
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Parting is the gloomy side of love and David you used the right colour for the brush. Nothing is certain you too said.That I admired.