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)
- Published: January 27th, 2023 07:46
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 17
Comments1
There is so much feeling and imagery in this poem, I really like it! Christina
Thank you very much, I am glad you enjoyed it!
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