Love's Fatality

Love’s Fatality Love is a fickle partner One moment it is deep like the color of a red rose The next it is melancholy like a faded yellow lily For the slightest interpretation of the mind Can render it to be trivial almost useless Inevitably time will find fissures in the walls of life These become cracks that cannot be mended Good intentions are mere bandages to a wound That will not close Slowly but surely like the wilting of a flower The inevitable occurs Best to remove any ill will afore it spreads Like a cancer run amok To call a spade a spade Before the pain becomes too great Love lost is better than none found This is the plague that follows us all Andreas Simic©