The Weakness of Man

This spawned from a conversation with a boy who has feelings for my girlfriend (at the time of writing), it became very deep and complex. I thank him for this, my re-entry to writing.

Hark, love is not hard for it is not easy.

To doubt love, is to not love at all.

But with what way does one turn,

When love is a labour, of which men fail,

Of which women suffer, of which we all are cursed.

When so lost down the path,

Of love which is pure,

Yet so bitter, so vile,

An evil, which is just,

So what of the poor boy?

The young, the ignorant.

And the old man?

So wise, so travelled.

They both fall victim,

A fight of which,

One outcome shall hail

To lose to love, so strong,

A pain, so innocent,

So perfect,

So wrong. 

Author's Note

I'd love some feedback, I've not written in around two years.

Reviews

[Ella]

You sure you didn't write in two years? This is amazing, though I do like some of your other pieces better, this is still really good. To me, this seems to be lacking some... story line for lack of a better line. You say this was about a guy who had a crush on your girlfriend, to me it just seems like a poem about men in general, about different times of their life. Oh well right? It is still amazing and I wouldn't change a thing.

[Tasha]

Wow, for not writing in two years this was amazing. I loved this, I'm sorry that happened though. Wonderful write, I will be reading more of your work.