Love Is a Malady

"Love is a lady for which there is no cure." John Dryden

Love is a malady for which there is no cure.
Some endure a bitter pill.
They dare to love,
Seeking Heaven's benevolence.
But the pains of eros 
Outweigh its gain.
Love is a malady for which there is no cure.
Alluring is the hope of pleasure.
For this a wounded soul will risk,
Seeking a glorious romance.
Though the heart breaks,
And the heart will never end.


Quotable Poetry Contest
October 10, 2020
Regina McIntosh
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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October 11, 2020 at 8:11 AM
It certainly can be a malady...Well done
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