Loves Fade
Loves Fade
Shall I compare love to a fading rose?
Fair petals lacking color fall away
Leaving a thorny stem to stick the heart.
Forever locked away in yesterday.
Amidst the fray a cooling mist finds way.
Argots in prose do fall upon these ears.
Pray tell, dear heart, why ask thee hope to stay?
Trust’s every fear is naught but sorrows’ tears.
True love thus feigned condemns the brightest day.
Foreshadows of tomorrows came too soon.
The petals on the ground have blown away.
Now, for love this heart no longer feels its swoon.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 30, 2010
Poetic form: Iambic Pentameter
(Practicing... My love is not fading. Love and smiles...)
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