The Noble art.

The Noble art.

A Poem by poeticpiers
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welsh sonnet

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Necessity.

 

Sometimes love dies of sheer neglect.

Love’s not always as we expect.

Because we are less than perfect.

Love sometimes dies.

 

Love can survive eternally.

Although some choose to disagree.

But I believe the truth to be

Love can survive.

 

 

Love is a gift it can’t be bought.

Love brings the happiness we sought.

Love offers absolute support

Love is a gift.

 

We fall in love because we must.

In time we learn we can adjust

Progressing into love from lust

We fall in love.

 

We all seek love, instinctively.

Without love we could never be.

Capable of living happily

We all seek love.

 

Friday, 31 August 2012

 

© 2012 poeticpiers


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