Can love be wasted,
Erode with neglect?
Could it diminish
With too much lonely
Abandonment,
Become almost inept?
Love lives forever.
Could that be only
If consistently nourished,
Conscientiously fed?
What can we think, if,
Crumbling, love's debris
Crashes through hopes,
Misappropriates heart?
The start of a cold
Barren anarchy
Relaxes love's bonds,
So un-yoking begins.
Duty then treads on the
Heels of what once was
Devotion, and hurt hides
Behind blind fronts.
But love, never wasted,
Can over-ride lapses,
And, if rising above
Dour clouds, can survive.
.
Climbing to higher skies
It can revive itself.
Given a chance, true
Love and reason advance.
Never waste a bit and fly.Thought provoking and true Fay.Best regards.Kev x
Hello poet Fay. A wonderful description of love and a delightful read! Loyd
Love must be Nurtured and grown, Love must never be taken for granted or never said or shown, a little love each day keeps in ever home.. Andrew 10
quit touching poem. Can love be wasted, Erode with neglect? fay i love it
Very beautiful poem.....makes one think..... with their heart........
beautiful your poem really moved me it was amazing well done 10 from me
Friend when one has had true love in their life it is never wasted, for some part of that love remains within and is always there, even should new love come alongit will shine alongside adding strength and growing more powerful, I wish it for you 10 ++ Chris
Love is the most hotly debated feeling in poems, and I loved this poem because it shows me another point which I usually ignore deliberately as I am always on alert to defend love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some magnificent lines: 'Crumbling, loves debris/Crashes through hopes' is superb. 'Duty then treads on the /Heels...' is an insightful and oh so true verse. The words of a wise lady so eloquently arranged. S :)