Kevin Michael Bloor

Of Love That Conquers...

While pen and paper I possess

Along with Muse, my soul to bless

These poems, like a stream, will flow

And you will be the first to know

 

Dear reader, that my rhyme, though poor

At least, might reach your deep heart’s core

To win from you a willing ear

Forgive me if I interfere

 

But I will bleed in line and verse

A secret sorrow I do nurse

Good taste forbids me speak her name

For pain of poet she’s to blame!

 

And of this pain I’ll gripe and grieve

Upon this tear-stained tattered sleeve

Forgive me, please indulge this fool

I’m uncomposed and can’t stay cool

 

I’m touching poets’ well known themes:

The dashing of his cherished dreams

The tearing of his tender heart

The lovesick lover torn apart

 

Withhold your judgment friend and foe

For though this happened long ago

The wound is raw; it’s open still

So, if you have some time to kill

 

Let words of warning be to you

This poet’s tale of love untrue

And if you cannot feel for me

Beware yourself of first love’s tree

 

 For she will smile and you will melt

Not ever love like this you’ve felt!

Yes, love tastes sweet ’neath youthful bowers

At first, but soon like sin it sours

 

And you may yearn a lifetime long

To hear once more her sweetest song

But rarely, so I won’t presume

Romance and first love may resume

 

But that, dear friend’s, another tale

And patently beyond the pale

For those who sorrow’s overcome

Of love that conquers, I’ll stay shtum!