Joakim Bergen

Love is Sad

Lovers’ fray;

A gentle war,

Thru the fire

Honey flows,

And roses burgeon

On ashen ground;

The clouds roseate

Smile, then frown.

Love is war;

To kill is to kiss,

I wish no more

To adhere to this;

Every vow binds,

Every word seals,

In stone hearts are carved

Only to be scarred;

Never to heal.

And they say love is pleasure

Then they say pleasure’s pain,

And here am I, wondering;

What’s in there for me to gain?

I know I’ll be happy

For a day, maybe two;

But as bloom entails wither,

So does love burgeon sad.