if love is a promise in spring
so love may as surely take wing
for springtime must end
though lovers pretend
what love's frail illusion can bring
no love is a union of souls
to hold us until we grow old
for love seems to fade
like spring's masquerade
when seasons return to the cold
so love will await the refrain
the seasons are ever to blame
for love will know fall
and winter's dark pall
until only memories remain
Well done, Barry. I like the way you put three limericks together, so to speak, to formulate this poem. Wes Vogler would be proud. Congratulations on having it selected as Poem of the Day!
brilliant poem. Among all the logics, logic of love is strong and watertight., airtight.It fades as you said. Mind will move to higher pedestal of general genus logic and apply it to specie logic of love.
Love can be for ever or love can only stay for a season...depends what one believes or has experienced! Wonderful poem!
Some of us have not had much luck with it. thanks for reading and commenting.
The age old story, beautifully crafted. What even seems the truest does not last And when the grief dies we remember the good times Life is so short even these fleeting loves can be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely thought and written poem, Thanks for sharing.