Sometimes Love Just Isn'T Enough

Upon my life your winter still drizzles Evoking the morns that arose in despair And nights that steered dreams into sorrow, As I sit all alone in valleys of destitute Where memories haunt pitfalls of yore. Tender and sweet, you were my ruby rose-- In garden of love, essence of fragrance, Enchanting petals in butterfly dreams. But seasons soon ravaged resplendent meadows-- Drought of emotions dried up the crops, And red-robins left, abandoning empty nests, When you relinquished the vermilion dawns And chased sunsets in twilight of sundown Forfeiting the sunrise that illuminated past-- You heard me there, but said nothing at all. As arrival of fall marked the summer's end A budding rose curled-up in travails of desires. And dreams that cherished revelry of night Confronted the day that endlessly rained, When you roamed deserts tailing a mirage Leaving behind lotus-pond, full of white swans, Claiming of dissonance in nightingale's song. Yet, I keep hanging on to visions of spring Wishing for rivers to rush down from mountains And blossoms that faded to host a new growth. But in memoirs of yesteryear there is no tomorrow For sometimes my dear, love just isn't enough. September 10, 2019 Poem of the day on September 12, 2019 Placed 1st: Sometimes love is not enough poetry contest Sponsor: Silent One Placed 3rd: Your best free verse of 2019 by John Hamilton Placed 1st: Strand select contest O by Brian Strand