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How Fickle Is Love

As the violins soar, her poor heart sinks
  Music can't reach her, now she's unlinked
Yesterday life was vibrant and bright
  Today's plunged in darkness, without any light

She sits in the audience, glum as can be
  A melody throbs in her heart -- Woe is me
How fickle is love, how impermanent passion
  Turns day into night, the sun's face ashen

Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2021

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Paula Goldsmith Date: 12/21/2021 12:18:00 PM I love your "How Fickle is Love" write. The answer is very Fickle. Have a Blessed Christmas and 2022....................... Login to Reply

Darlene De Beaulieu Date: 12/3/2021 4:03:00 PM Hello Gershon, How fickle is love? A questkon to ponder. Enjoy your evening my friend. Login to Reply Darlene De Beaulieu Date: 12/5/2021 10:14:00 AM Hello Gershon, a comment poem. clever. Enjoy your day my friend. Gershon Wolf Date: 12/4/2021 5:30:00 PM Love is as fickle as a baby's tickle. ~ Mr. Pickle

Bill Baker Date: 12/3/2021 2:46:00 PM How fickle is love, how impermanent passion This line wins best in the show! Enjoyed reading, "How Fickle Is Love", Gershon. Bill Login to Reply

Caren Krutsinger Date: 12/2/2021 8:30:00 PM Your end rhymes are marvelously penned Gershon. Login to Reply

L Milton Hankins Date: 12/2/2021 2:22:00 PM This is such a marvelous, descriptive write of a woman awash in moods that she can't, perhaps, explain. Well done, Gershon. Well done! Login to Reply Gershon Wolf Date: 12/2/2021 8:26:00 PM Thanks a lot for enthusiasm, Milt.... I'm feeling like a fickle pickle in brine tonight. Tomorrow will be better! Excelsior! Gershon Wolf Date: 12/2/2021 8:25:00 PM Thanks a lot for enthusiasm, Milt.... I'm feeling like a fickle pickle in brine tonight. Tomorrow will be better! Excelsior!