Ooh man, life could well
be a bed of roses
If only love alone
sprinkled from the hoses.
If only love flowed like
an endless stream
If only love didn't end
like a dream.
In all certainty, the
antonym of love
plunges you in the bed
of thorns
Much unlike the agile yet
peaceful dove
love grows weeds, rust
and horns!
I so pity the lovelorn, the
lovesick, the forlorn
whose lover flew out
the window last morn
But I know too of pure
loves that outlast the
storms
for one, they didn't
begin in high school
dorms.
They weren't
instantaneous and
impulsive loves for sure
Less whimsical,
and within the bounds
of the marital bond
their love tis bound to
endure.
In the blissful
hammock of wedlock
fickle lovers simply cannot rock.
Makes us hold on to what we have and what we know, may be that 'if' is all we need. i love this poem i really do, i have never been so honest about loving something like this.
If only love flowed like an endless stream If only love didn't end like a dream. TRUE!
If only love flowed like an endless stream.............I so pity the lovelorn, the lovesick, the forlorn whose lover flew out the window last morn.... a very nice poem. full of imagination and facts. wedlock, love marital bond.. thank u dear poet . tony
Beautifully Expressed! ! ! ! ! Heart Felt Poem! ! ! ! ! Endless 10S! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! +++++
I'm glad, i'm not the only one to have made a mistake of calling you a sir, should show your face when you get a chance to do so.
With this composure, you are indeed a rose, just had to read this again. Thanks!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
awesome..... this poor bug can only be astonished with open mouth to read this poem....: D