The Pitfalls of Love

Willows of Arden

Could not surpass

The warmth of your embrace.

A single pardon

Is all it takes

To restore my state of grace.

Turn away,

But stop before

You walk out that door.

You love me,

At least you say,

But it’s obvious

I love you more.

I am like the thorns

On the curtail of a rose;

You are like the pedals

And the beauty they compose.

You hunger for my plea,

Thirst for my tears.

I nourish you

And encourage you

To propagate my fears.

Grace has left me broke;

Love has left me spent.

Roses don’t last forever

And aren’t worth a cent.

You fall from grace

And claim love is lost,

And that roses are endearing

And indeed worth the cost.

Reviews

[The Waterlily Pad]

Beautifully tailored poem: as if your hemming the petals together to make a rose!! It's flawless wording reminds me of a lovesick, traditional poet in the Georgian era. It's so pleasing with a elequate rhythm to it.... True art and one of the best I've listened to!!!

[Billy Van]

Thank you, by reading your review I was very impressed to see how well you interpreted which was very close to my own construal. My mother often tells me I was born three centuries too late.

[The Waterlily Pad]

Nothing wrong with that, modern poetry has a more free focuse and I personally prefer a more specifically structured one. No problems, look to hearing from you soon👏🏼