The Lonesome Song Of Love...
Love does not fail, but people do,
they agonize, what they've been through;
they cast aside, the love they knew,
and then, in sadness...rue.
The love is there, but soon it dies,
abandoned on the steps of grief;
dissolved with hurtful words and lies,
love alone... will surely cease.
Once the bond is lost and broken,
death will come, and all the rest;
memory is its own token,
what is lost, was all the best.
Love now fades into the shadow,
buried in the moments past;
soon, the heart itself turns callow,
knowing that it will not last.
Violins, will now, play bitter,
melancholy songs they sing;
gone the gold and gone the glitter,
weeping, in what morning brings.
Monday, December 18, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love lost