This quite course has led astray
Like the blanket remains where once we’d lay
Or some bastard reminder of we all cared
Like the common language we no longer share
Which has brought us to this foreign land
Where the lost are found among the damned.
There’s an ancient foe in the bed we made
Who stains our sheets in disarray,
Leaving peppered traces of you everywhere;
You’re footsteps still linger on the stairs
The disconnection point of the dust trail’s start
For love is not for the faint of heart.
Now curse that cross on our bedroom wall
Splintered half crooked from your nightly call
That finds me daily in departed prayer
On patch work knees now worn from wear
To blind my eyes in eternal rest
Or ease this pulse from within my chest.
The over is as the over does,
All ends must stem from ‘once there was.’
As parts of some shall piece the whole,
The constant companion of the wayward soul.
That transitions phases beyond light and dark,
For love is not for the faint of heart,
No love is not for the faint of heart.
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Comments5
Love is forever, it is the coming together of two souls into the one. Good write.
Love this poem. Perfect rhyme and rhythm. I must agree with goldfinch, love is forever. But I've been married a long time. A masterpiece!
Well written and expressed
Pathos runs through this well written poetic reason why "love is not for the faint of heart" - oh how true.
This is nothing short of perfect. Sad but beautiful. Hugs.
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