Ode to Love Lost
Twas on one mournful, moonless night
When not a beam of hope found sight
That two whose love had once shone bright
Could only speak with bitter spite.
No kindness passed resentful lips
But, sadly, only acrid quips
That fowled the breath in ranting clips
Of half-seen truths and piercing blips.
Who questioned love was ever there
Has found the facts a blank-eyed stare
That yielded barren, wasted fare
In terms of what and when and where.
To chase the dream of what may be
Eluded great reality
That few, indeed, could ever see---
The price of love was never free.
Elusive was love's charming smile
That lingered but a little while
Before revealing cunning guile
In cavalier, opposing style.
Are love and hate too much akin?
The line between the two grows thin
As scarring taints the heart within.
Where one leaves off, the next begins.
By Peggy Paris
© 2011 Peggy Paris
(All rights reserved)
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