love can mean enchantment,
roses youth and song,
but what happens when the petals fall
and everything goes wrong.
Promises of love may take you by storm
then dry up like the rain.
Some may be soft to touch,
and others like a rose with thorns.
Love can mean a hand clasp,
a look, and a sweet whispered word,
but don't put them on a pedestal,
lest they start to fall.
Love can lead you down sun-washed lanes,
with flowers and hawthorn hedges.
Then that can lead to brokenhearts,
and the undoing of all your pledges.
Love can mean many things,
but of this we can be sure.
That real love is homely love,
the love that will endure.
A poem of true devotion. So lovely to peruse. thank you. Love Ernestine XXX
Lovely poem, Sylvia. You have my praise as always. Always your friend, Sandra
Love this tender love poem. However, in the line that reads don't put THEM on a pedestal, lest YOU start to fall, shouldn't it read don't put them on a pedestal, lest THEY start to fall (since Them were on the p. to start with, not you? You really are getting better Rosie. Love, Scarlett
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A purely devine write......so true in love is......Echoes.....