Love Unfound

Love is elusive and always out of reach....

Love where have you gone. 

I have searched in a desolate land, 

I took hold of love but it slipped through my fingers, a mirage of the heart.  

I settled in the valley, in hopes that love was there, emptiness and void where my only companions, 

I walked through the graveyard of memory, the headstones were blank, 

love eludes and vanishes, 

O love why do you mock, why are you cruel. 

I have thirsted for love’s crimson wine.  

I burn from love and am chilled by its absence. 

Love is my breath, love slays me, love suffocates.  

When will love’s hunger be satisfied,  

When will love be fulfilled. 

I Quixotically search until death consumes my flesh,

  love is unfound.  

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

Love often arrives unexpectedly. Can't be forced or even prompted. It is one of Life's most beautiful gifts and whilst it could be bought or bribed - it only remains where it knows it belongs in someone's safe arms

Your poem suggests willing and wanting.. it will come, when ready to do so. Believe it.

[Dave W.]

Thank you for your words. Writing is the only way I know to get the internal turmoil out. This human experience is so strange sometimes, even stranger still are matters of the heart.

[emmajoygreen]

You know.. the heart doesn't need us humans as we humans need it.. it works best it can but rarely in too much of a hurry!

But yes, agree that writing is both cajoller and
confessional - at its own time. True!

[Senu Jayasinghe]

Love is my breath, love suffocates. This is so very true. Great work.

[Dave W.]

Thank you for the review. I hope you have a great day