Our Love

Our Love

A Poem by Blue

They said we'd soon be over;

our boat's not made to last.

The envious tides of stormy seas

shall make us things of past.

Others said we're pieces of

the fate's amusing game,

where no one wins, both earn a scar

and learn to live with shame.

 

 

My parents said we undergo

a normal teenage phase,

when hormones reach their highest peak

and knock wits our of place.

The good priests said desires of flesh

are not worthy of trust.

And they command the faithful ones

to please abstain from lust.

 

 

Their words of caution bring me fear,

though spoken by the wise.

And I'm even more troubled now:

Is what we have all lies?

'Cause we are young and we don't know

what true love really is.

But I don't want to grow up yet

and miss a folly's bliss.

© 2014 Blue


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So perfectly said..and your closing lines sealed it well :) xo

Posted 10 Years Ago


Blue

10 Years Ago

Thank you, Lily Mae.
"The good priests said desires of flesh
are not worthy of trust.
And they command the faithful ones
to please abstain from lust."
I'm sure all young people can relate to this.when it comes to love everyone definitely has something to say and it's usually not very reassuring either. well written dear, i enjoyed reading it.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Blue

10 Years Ago

Thank you for constantly reading and reviewing my works, Cycy.
cycy

10 Years Ago

welcome dear, shows just how good you are and how much i enjoy your work, i have about a handful of .. read more
Blue

10 Years Ago

Wow. THANK YOU SO MUCH. People like you keep me going.

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