Love sleeps
Softly on the hearts
Of the young
He is held
Between the hands
Of new love
He dances
With Joy
At a party of dreams
Holding her tight
And sings
In the moonlight
But love is not perfect
Nothing is
For every heart
In which he finds
Rest
He tramples on another
For every hand
That holds him close
He leaves another
Empty
Cold
Alone
And every song
In the moonlight
Is accompanied
By the cry of Sorrow
His dear friend
So when love decides
To dance with you
Watch out
He'll rip out your
Heart
And take
Happiness
With
Him
YOU ARE READING
Loving, Lossing
PoetryA book of poetry I wrote. Most of it is for my English class. It's mostly free verse. Thank you for reading.
