|When Love Has Died
Author: Amilyi PM
I little poem that came to me one day and, as always, I felt compelled to write it down. The title basically speaks for itself. I'm not so sure if it fits under the angst category...but that's how I feel. Please R&RRated: Fiction K - English - Romance/Angst - Words: 168 - Published: 04-18-04 - Status: Complete - id: 1584740
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When Love Has Died.
'Love is no more', so I am told,
by old and young, naïve and wise,
And all have valued sight of gold
Above emotion unseen by mortal eyes.
'Love is dead' the bards surmise.
They travel far and wide, so they should know.
The young couples tell themselves only lies
To tread a life-path they feel compelled to follow.
But Love is part of everything
In moonlit nights and dreary days
It sleeps beneath the swallow's wing
And rises with the blooms in May.
Only when the nightingale no more will cry –
That is when all Love shall die.
A/N: …I'm not keen on those last two lines. I actually found this quite depressing to write at the time, despite not being in a depressed mood beforehand. I suppose it's because I truly believe that all love has died, and writing from the 'other perspective' didn't change my super-cynical ways.