If love won't fight
The
Reckless disregard
Will it survive
Or
Will be drowned
Knocked down?
Too
Much in such
Long time
Shall love survive?
If
love is nothing
but a waste
To the recycle factory
Let it be sent!
Cut!
Melted! Smashed!
Then molded as before,
again!
Be given function,
used anew
no more than once
With reckless disregard
Be back to trash
Recycled,
Cut, melted smashed
returned to life
Why?
Because only
Love has the strength
to be trashed
Again and again
never to give up
always recycling itself.
...Always recycling itself...
Love have the strengh to be trashed Again and again never to give up always recycling itself. very true.
Love has the strength to be trashed Again and again never to give up always recycling itself. ...Always recycling itself ......so true. Yes, the strength of love is recycling itself always. A beautiful poem on love nicely executed.10
Flexibility of love is tremendous and it's other virtue is forgiving. These qualities help it get rejuvenated time and again even after being thrashed etc. Nice conceptualization. Enjoyed the poem. Thanks for sharing.
Interesting concept here on why love so often seems to fail, and yet could it be that what seems to be love is really mistaken hope? Read mine - Cicatrix - Adeline
Words of such truth have seldom been spoken... and never to my ears with such eloquence and beauty of expression as you have yours.
Love gets thrashed...yes...more often than most...liked this expression a lot Elena
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love have the strength, good write.