What ever happened to the burning love?
The blinding passion that drove men crazy?
The rosebud romance that made women doves?
The moonlit dance that turned vision hazy?
Where is the love from Shakespearean times?
The midnight talks from Juliet's terrace?
The lovers that forget reason and rhyme?
The melody that onlookers cherish?
How does one mend themselves from a heartbreak?
From losing the one person they love most?
From the empty feeling that makes them ache?
From believing their life is dry as toast?
One does not plan their own rosebud romance.
For it is uncertain, an improv dance.
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Disastrous Love
PoetryA series of poems of love, lust, jealousy, and downfall. Enjoy ~T. F. Kelly~
