Lies About Love Poem by David Herbert Lawrence

Lies About Love

Rating: 3.0

We are a liars, because
the truth of yesterday becomes a lie tomorrow,
whereas letters are fixed,
and we live by the letter of truth.
The love I feel for my friend, this year,
is different from the love I felt last year.
If it were not so, it would be a lie.
Yet we reiterate love! love! love!
as if it were a coin with a fixed value
instead of a flower that dies, and opens a different bud.

Sandra Feldman 20 May 2016

I think this is a great poem, deep and truthful and beautifully written.10 +

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Richard Wlodarski 20 May 2016

Hence a budding relationship!

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Jayne Doe 20 May 2016

I particularly like that you discuss how the meaning to a term changes, although the technical term for what is being expressed never changes. Beautifully done.

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Nosheen Irfan 20 May 2016

It's a very realistic view of love. No idealization...simple, straight-forward truth told. Superb.

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Latha Govindasamy 22 May 2016

A beautiful and a very expressive poem on love! As if it were a coin with a fixed value is very nice and catchy phrase. As if it were a coin with a fixed value and without any expectations! Appreciations and thanks many for delivering this poem!

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James Mclain 20 May 2016

The direct lie or the lie by omission.. iip

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M Asim Nehal 20 May 2016

Wise words............................10

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Akachukwu Lekwauwa 20 May 2016

a different form of lies, I'd never imagined that.

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Edward Kofi Louis 20 May 2016

A different bud! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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David Herbert Lawrence

David Herbert Lawrence

Nottinghamshire / England
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