Golden threads and silver needles
cannot mend this heart of mine
that has been broken
just one too many times.
Love is fickle lady
that takes us on a merry dance,
who when she’s finished with us
will disappear with a second glance.
We have no way of knowing
when or where she’ll come along.
We only know it
after she has gone.
Misery and heartaches
always adorns her path.
It is always there for everyone to see.
As love is a fickle lady.
8 February 2008
Great rhyming structure David and quality lines, , brilliant, , , but wait, , , Haven't I known of this lady before? ? ? Ummm.. She sounds familiar All the best my friend..love, duncan X
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I thought cupid was a guy! ....lol...but I get what you mean and it is so true