Fictional poem of a sad ending to a love story
THE LOVE THAT DIED
Reflecting back to days long past,
Remembering how it used to be
When love was young and innocent
Days of pleasure, no discontent,
I remember back to you and me.
Days when the sun always seemed to shine,
Every rainbow held a pot of gold
Our love was warm bringing nothing but pleasure
I thought it was ours, always to treasure
I never dreamed your heart would grow cold.
When you said, that day, it was her not me,
When you spoke words of love, to me, you had lied
As you walked away I felt so deceived
And like the Autumn leaves
My heart slowly died.
Karin Anderson
A compelling read Pat, bittersweet with Autumn leaves and then the rainbow. Even though it is fictional this is part of life's ups and downs~
A compelling read Pat, bittersweet with Autumn leaves and then the rainbow. Even though it is fictional this is part of life's ups and downs~
Lynda Robson
What a lovely poem about love that has died, moving
What a lovely poem about love that has died, moving
Fay Slimm
Love once tasted is enough to set us apart - this sad poem describes the aftermath of love that died. A moving read Pat.
Love once tasted is enough to set us apart - this sad poem describes the aftermath of love that died. A moving read Pat.
marvinbrato
beautiful love poem though it died, yet having experienced love at its best times is great enough! Thanks for sharing.
beautiful love poem though it died, yet having experienced love at its best times is great enough! Thanks for sharing.
Some loves like the season come to an end. Beautiful write!