Oh, How Bittersweet, This Thing Called Love! Poem by Denis Martindale

Oh, how bittersweet, this thing called love, its tendrils to employ,
To fascinate, all things above, to conquer man and boy...
Such that a maiden steals their hearts, without a single kiss...
They're captured when her smiling starts, they're hypnotised by bliss...
And she could love, that's not unheard... and linger nearby, too...
Perhaps in wait for some kind word... or even, 'I LOVE YOU! '

While this is human nature, friends, don't let it get you down...
Though bittersweet, it never ends... it's the only game in town!
Sometimes proposals don't work out... but sometimes, yes, they do...
It's then, of course, without a doubt, true love proves really true...
But even then, she can ignore, or play the flirt each day...
Her choice, you see, could prove a bore, such that love fades away...

It's bittersweet at times and yet let's not give up on love...
But love the more, despite regret... till loved in turn enough...
Devote yourselves to tenderness, respect her heart and soul,
Perhaps with love songs that express how she makes you feel whole...
Good luck with that! Let's hope she's worth the love you choose to bring...
Such that you get what you deserve... when she gets her wedding...


Denis Martindale July 2019.