Should you're love wain; It's Violence less
And say you'd love no more ;
I'd don the garb of Mourning dress,
Hang Wreaths upon the door.
There'd be no Dawn or Sunset blush
The Heavens a Blanket Grey;
All Strains of Music forever hushed ,
Where once they often played.
What need of Nature's striking Bloom
The Colours and Summer scent;
Keep all your joys for another whom ,
Your majesty was surely meant.
Should you're love wain; It's Violence less
A flame that warms no more;
What is life but foul distress :
The days but Bleak and Poor.
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Author:
Kevin Hulme (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 15th, 2025 19:56
- Category: Love
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Comments1
The pain of love expressed in this poem. Well done
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