Love
"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love.”
~ Sophocles, Greek Poet
Oh, Love. Where travels thou diminishing shade?
This is not the path I hastily bade
nor the future I envisioned made.
Now, oh Love, I feel thine essence fade
as old hung tapestry worn and frayed
that is, in finality, to storage laid.
Oh, Love. Art thou listening to my plea?
I am selfish, I want thee near to me.
Hear me, please. I beg of thee.
Stay thou ground and do not flee.
Let’s build a life together, may we?
Or is our forbidden love not to be?
Alas, thou died and love is done
and in my hands I cradle the gun.
Copyright © Linda Alice Fowler | Year Posted 2024
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