Not Made For

It’s decided by whoever is above--

who you care for, and who your heart goes to--

and there are people just not made for love.

 

Dancing through the fields of foxglove,

under the picturesque clear sky of blue,

the radiant sun, smiling from above.

 

These are the people, blessed with the joy of

having a heart to keep, these people who

are born from joy. There are people made for love.

 

But there are those who chase the clouds; the dove,

hopefully hiding among them. And through    

this, they are alone. No cloud to weep above

 

for them, no teardrop of rain. Left to shove

feelings away. Finally they knew:

that they are people not made for love.

 

They seek what isn’t theirs to find, this love--

forever they continue to pursue.

It’s decided by whoever is above,

there are people simply not made for love.

Author's Note

Hmmm. Love doesn't have many rhyming words.

Reviews

[Legolas]

Very sad to know some people arent made for love:( i may be one of them. Thank you for the enlightening poem. As usual, great job:)

[Circe]

you found just the right words and context for the rhymes and the theme of this piece, just love the way you are able to tell such intricate stories, building towards the climax or crux of what you want to convey, it seems like a natural ability, you write with a unique maturity and worldliness and I am completely swept into this story you're telling. now I think that may be true, there are people not made for love no matter how much they try, it is a discomforting thought indeed.