This one starts the same. Lovers meet, and tragedy strikes. But the man learns, at the end of the tale, that love will always be there. Just because he can't share the love he wants with who he wants, he should not let love be a stranger to his heart...
What does it mean,
To truly love?
How many slates wiped clean,
Without hateful shoves?
Can we truly know someone,
Who they are deep inside?
We see the truth and stand as stunned,
And feel the need to hide,
What we fear deep inside,
And feel we dare not to confide,
But truth to ourselves,
As wills collide,
Is true spiritual wealth,
But some see pride.
Choose what you will,
By the end of the tale.
Your judgement is still,
The only thing that won't fail.
We each have a voice,
But we choose to control,
Leaving others no choice,
Than to set the patrols,
In their hearts...
It started with a word,
As simple as hello.
He turned when he heard,
And caught her loving glow.
From the moment they met,
It seemed pre ordained.
Like their future was set,
And couldn't be changed.
They started down a path,
That many of us take.
One that spares us no wrath,
From love that isn't faked.
They got along well,
And all was going thier way.
Their loneliness was felled,
More each and every day.
They agreed on most things,
And on others they seperated.
This was no little fling,
Their love was saturated.
As long as they held each other,
And didn't try to change,
They always had one another,
And that loving never waned.
But being part of humanity,
We're all inherently flawed.
Filled with hating vanity,
It seems to be our natural law.
He loved her to the end,
And wouldn't have another.
Would not break or bend,
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"Love Never Fails"
PoesíaA collection of love poems, written in the highest state of being. Love keeps us together, and it is the greatest feeling we can experience as human beings. It is wonderful and horrifying, amazing and painful, it feels fantastic, and it cannot be ma...
