~The jilted lover, naive to the game of love has become bitter. He has learned the hard way that infatuation is a fickle sensation that can dissolve as fast as it was precipitated...whether in himself or in this case, the object of his affections. Love should not be assumed. Love takes time.~
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Love is fickle and those of us who think we have found it in one lustful night fall prey to foolish desires. Then we realize that we are cast out with the sodomites when our infatuation is no longer reciprocated. Like the shadow you refer to, we are gone before the sun sets. The gray in our lives becomes black and we loose our way. But alas, love is hard to find for a reason, because it is worth having. It is worth the search for that one true love that we so desire to spend the rest of our lives with. Sometimes, however, we don't recognize it when it is right in front of us.
Excellent write my friend. I enjoyed this very much.
Wow, very good poem! So sweet and warm and lovely at first, and then it faded to darkness, confusion, sorrow as these tales of "love" often do. Beautfully written, I loved it! 100/100
God Bless
This reminds me of my poem..Just an Aftertaste..how quickly the sweet stuff sours...even the ripest...sweetest fruit.....comes with an expiration date.