The moon does wax and wane
Much like my girlfriend's heart
Love's such a fickle fiend
That plays games from the start
I know, I have been warned
I'll be hurt right or wrong
Who measures out the pain
Is Cupid's dart that long?
The warp and weft of love
Should make us strong perhaps
I've no strengty, no might left
To avoid such mishaps
There's one thing I should add
About our lengthy lives
The richness of our love
Goes quickly as it arrives
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Poignant and insightful... i loved every word
ReplyDeleteThe moon does wax and wane, much like a heart.
ReplyDeleteThe richness of our love
ReplyDeleteGoes quickly as it arrives
Easy come easy go can be quite daunting. It hurts but it does happen!
Hank
The length can certainly make it seem that way.
ReplyDeleteI could probably sum up your poem with these words: Love...here today, gone tomorrow.
ReplyDeleteLove your poem :)
ReplyDeleteexcellent.
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