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©
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