- Love came
Love planted
Love flourish
Love lasted.
Love left
Love dried
Love fell
Love died.
- Author: Malu (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 19th, 2017 11:06
- Category: Love
- Views: 52
- Users favorite of this poem: whisperingquill
Love planted
Love flourish
Love lasted.
Love left
Love dried
Love fell
Love died.
Comments11
only to become new again the next day.
You are always right Pauly. I almost added another line saying: love recicles. But I preferred to live for people to think.
every day is different
Malu, I like this one a LOT! Love the layout too.
Thanks Fred. When time is short one just post a short one. Thanks for commenting.
How succinctly true these lines about love - unnurtured it dies and that is so sad. A haunt of a read my friend.
Thanks Fay. It is true. Love is like a garden. Needs attention to flourish. But I don't think love dies, just change places.
Although full of very little its full of punch - full of admiration for this simple little verse.
Thanks Michael. Lovely 😊 comments
Malubotelho A sad but recurring event in our lifes. Rejoice!!! for the soil is fertile.... and the sun rains its life giving rays upon us. Each morning brings that windblown seed which may fall at our feet and if we reach down and nurture it........ surely a new love will flourish. Yours is a lovely thought provoking write.
Thank you my friend. Like I've said on a comment before. I write this when I saw this picture a friend sent to me. Those words just came to my mind. This picture is soothing but has a hint o sadness to it. Thanks for commenting.
Thanks MALU ~ we all love you ! BUT ~ That's the story of ~ that's the glory of ~ that's the strife of ~ the short lived life of ~ the twisted knife of LOVE ! Thinking of you Sweetheart ~ Hugs as always BRIAN
Thanks Brian, I love you all too. This is the beauty of life and this is the beauty of love. Needs understanding.
such a writer you are I become fascinated who you write such beautiful words even though they are sad. it's always a love to read your work. great passion.
Thanks my friend. I'm studying your words closely. I'm flatened by you though.
can you explain what you mean by 'flatened by you though' please? I'm slightly confused about your meaning. thank you for studying my work, it brings such warmth to me to know that you are inspired. I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Succinctly and poetically rendered truth.
Wow! Beautiful words. Thank you so very much.
Damn, eloquence personified
it always whispers with a new sunrise
A new sunrise to renew the world. To recicle what seems to be lost. Thanks my friend.
Love resurrected.
Love never dies, it only relocates
Very good write. Love will come again.
Yes for sure. Just be pacient
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