The Course of Love

The Course of Love

A Poem by Alec

How foolish can I be? To envision future love.
When nerves can not be raised, to speak unto my dove
Her hair is fair and beauty lush,
Her very presence to make me blush.
She does not notice, she mustn't yet see
My feelings are hidden, yet my heart 'tis set free.
Damn these flitters of childish cowardice.
To hell with those who can trade love with their avarice.
I sleep no longer, how long must I bear
this aching toil of a un-love so unfair.

Curse this lovesick sorrow and sadness, 
and salt the wounds of cupid's gashes.
I finish this game of to be or not be,
Tonight I take chance to set myself free.
I harden my nerves, No longer I wait.
Unto her hands, I place now our fate.

Joyousness, Joyousness!
My God, how He smiles.
Upon my good fortune,
and blessing my wiles.
Yes she said, Yes she said!
To one single night.
How could this have happened,
Short love at first sight?

I never imagined, I ne'er could have dreamed.
A kiss oh so simple, to bring peace serene.
The time flies so quickly, yet feels so pristine.
Woe to life lived before, I sampled love's sheen.

Honeymoon dims, as the sweetness must too.
We feel nothing bitter, as it's something we knew.
I gaze to her lovingly, as she does to me.
All we can think of is how love set us free.
Plans for the future, which time makes us wait.
Still we remember, our very first date.
These memories fond, and warmness retained.
Yet something is wrong, though ignorance feigned.

Oh wrong, oh wrong. Oh why must this be.
Such anger, such sadness, such fear I can see.
Fighting and yelling and tension between.
What happened to love, which set us both free?
I endeavor to better, though vain is my aim.
Please morrow be sweeter, and softer again.

We love and we love, with all of our hearts.
With sorrow, regret, on both of our parts.
I swear to you love, with the power in me,
nothing again shall cross me and thee.
If our love is this strong, and truly we care,
Then nothing can can stop us, short of death's snare.

Betrayal, betrayal!
My God, how cruel He must be.
To turn away fortune blessed unto me.
"'Tis true," she cried, "True!
But all fault is not mine,
I had my own fault, just as you thine!"
The fighting, the yelling, 
it returned all the same.
The hatred, love wasted, 
time I can not regain.

We speak no more, our journey is done.
It seems simply we've finished our run.
I know not what to do, my life it 'twas your,
But now that you're gone, my life from me tore.
I sleep restless at night, the pain does not cease.
So bitter, so hopeless, my heart torn at the crease.

I feel nothing now, there's nothing in store.
My life has no meaning, a pit at my core.
I wait here and think, as I dangle up high,
of how things might have different, if I'd never said "Hi."

© 2014 Alec


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I'm super upset that i'm the first one to review this because this is amazing!

Posted 10 Years Ago


Alec

10 Years Ago

Wow, thank you for the support!
Fatima

10 Years Ago

No problem, it was amazing, I can't wait to read more from you.

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Added on November 14, 2014
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Tags: Love, hate, fight, first, sweet, bitter, sad, depressing

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I do not feel I am a particularly special writer. I am a happy person who likes to look at the positive sides of life, though most my writings take the blunt force of any negative energy I might have... more..

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