New Love Poem by dave lessard

Let the old love dormant lie
in the fields of sad regret;
let the heart in silence cry
of the time, when first we met.

Love deceased is love forgotten
buried with the moments gone;
like other things, all of a sudden
it's neither right or neither wrong.

When love dies, it dies forever
there's no resurrection there;
you can't resuscitate endeavor
it's vanished in thin air.

Many tears have drowned the cheek
many smiles are lost in pain;
losing now,what first we seek
love's a prize and love's a bane.

Take deep breaths and go on living
more love's there for you to find;
perhaps a little more forgiving
perhaps a love that is more kind.