The Reality of Love

Love is but a blanket woven by our hearts to spread over reality

When that blanket tears, and all falls through, we tumble down the mountain that is life

The further we fall, the more jagged our heart becomes

An eternity is spent trying to regain what we once had

Only until the death of the soul do we realize that it is impossible

And our effort has been a waste

Reviews

[Ardra]

It's like pulling a clock of invisibility and then when reality strikes it's a major hit and we suffer in silence.... all your poems speak of pain...and I can relate to them... simple poetry has it's own magic that's what I believe as English is not my native language ... it's easier for every one to understand and feel....the emotions are better conveyed than to run and grab dictionary to find the meanings:)

[MARCY SIMMONS]

Your poem is simply the reality of my life... really enjoy reading your poetry.

[Broken Soul]

Thank you for your comment. It is saddening to know my writing hits close to home. I do find it funny that on the rare occasion I get on to post, I find you have commented on a previous piece. Quite humorous.

[MoonStruck]

The reality of love ...expressed so well ...this hits painfully close to home