Love's But A Dream Poem by ANDREW BLAKEMORE
Love's But A Dream
Love's but a dream
It comes and goes
Like seasons through the year,
It cannot last
Eternally
And soon shall disappear.
A passing cloud
That gently floats
Across the evening sky,
The embers burn
Until no more
Then slowly fade and die.
A fallen leaf
Upon the ground
That crumbles into dust,
A barren plain
Where nothing grows
A grave for hope and trust.
A nice poetic imagination, Andrew. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
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4/25/2024 1:54:54 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Love is a dream that makes life a dream but often such a sweet dream does not come true. A touching poem.