Love is Sad

Joakim Bergen

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.

  • Author: Joakim Bergen (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 27th, 2023 07:46
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • Christina8

    There is so much feeling and imagery in this poem, I really like it! Christina

    • Joakim Bergen

      Thank you very much, I am glad you enjoyed it!



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