David Lessard


What is love's message? Poem by David Lessard


Is love so sweet that it will never end?
Then I suspect you've not been around the bend;
what's here today may be gone tomorrow,
so quickly joys have turned to sorrow.

So fast the days have sped away,
when were just a child at play;
when everything was fine and right,
when the blues were never in our sight.

Is love so grand, that we are blind?
to think we'd spend forever with one kind?
familiarity breeds contempt they say,
does allure and charm get in our way?

Why does her perfume turn our head?
or is it something else she did instead?
why are we committed to her side?
and, after time, look for a place to hide?

Is love the end of what we truly need?
or are there other voices we should heed?
the trials and tribulations fade in the end,
what message, when we lived, did we send?

Submitted: Monday, January 6, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, January 7, 2014

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