Lovers' Demise

My lover's eyes remain so bright,
blind to all the death in sight.

Bodies piled to the skies,
reflected in my lover's eyes.

She sees no death, merely new life,
as the Piper plays his bloody fife.

The paupers raid the corpses' wealth,
as I thank God for my lover's health.

For these poor souls were starved of love,
visited not by Cupid's dove.

Yet here we stand, alive and well,
and still our love can only swell.

Reviews

[Courtney]

I love the simple flow of this poem. Frankly, I think it's an adorable piece. It's so beautiful that so much emotion can be shown through so few words. Well done, I love it :)

[s y e]

Love is great when the person loves you back! Beautiful Will.

[Baby Ricochet]

Love is a many splendid thing my lad

[Rita L. Sev]

Tight, well crafted couplets make this piece flow nicely, Will - Love is indeed blind, in more ways than one...

Especially liked :
...these poor souls were starved of love,
visited not by Cupid's dove....