The quicksand of love is the deepest I know,
Since the Apple and Adam it sucks us in slow
And once in its grip we may struggle and shout
But emotions entrap and we’ll never climb out.
If we don’t blame ourselves, for sure we’ll blame her
As once passionate love disappears in a blur,
And that which devours is jealousy and hate,
For the lover who mocks us and “hurries” home late.
(Inspired by an unhappy friend)
(c) Tony Elsby 21-05-2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem