The End Of Love Poem by david lessard

The end of love, is not, the end of you -
it's just a curtain, coming down;
the end of love, is not the end of life -
it's a transitory feeling, a passing frown.

The end of love, is not the end of joy -
it's the beginning of something new;
the end of love, is but a dying dream -
it's the start of change, the change of you.

And we know, that life is ever-changing,
It doesn't stop and start with just one thing;
it's constant flow and super slow-motion,
and we await the change it slowly brings.

Time is gone, before one knows it,
Your children grow before your eyes;
People are not the same
as once they were,
LIfe's a basketful of laughs and sighs.

Go with the flow, you cannot change things,
You may be lucky...or maybe not;
Go with your heart and not your logic,
Go with the moral values you've been taught.

The end of love, is not the end of you -
It's just a corner, you've daylight up ahead;
Foget the past and never let it linger,
Charge on the open road that's just ahead.