The Art of Romance

This is one of my older poems, I hope you enjoy.

I'm only human 
I admit with regret 
Trying to find 
true happiness 

Searching for something 
that may not be there 
Loving the people 
who will never care 

Knowing that one day 
from this I could die
For free love is over 
now the price is too high 

So how do you live 
in a world full of fears 
When there's no point in trying 
and no time for tears 

Where you make a mistake 
and there's no second chance 
Where games have taken over 
the art of romance 

There once was a time 
where love was so true 
Where life had more meaning 
and respect was there too 

But now sex is the game 
on all the guy's minds 
True love's lost forever
destroyed by mankind 

Reviews

[WillowWhisper]

Awesome. The pessimism radiates through your words and colors in the pages of the world, and the nostalgia is great as well. This is a very interesting view on romance, and was very fun to read. I like that it also kind of displays a victim mentality,
"I'm only human
I admit with regret
trying to find
true happiness"
as though the condition of being human is holding you back from the sparks and passion and bond that is being searched for. I also love the end,
"true love's lost forever
destroyed by mankind"
because it steals away from the victim and takes some accountability. It shows that whatever has happened to the pure beauty of true love has happened because of those who are "only human". Anyway, all of this is just a really long drawn out way for me to say, "awesome poem, man."

[Carolann Dowsett]

Wow thank you :)

[WillowWhisper]

Welcome :], thank you for sharing your talent!

[gabrielle]

These lines are quite sad to end the poem:
"But now sex is the game
on all the guy's minds
True love's lost forever
destroyed by mankind"

Our painful experiences may cause us to doubt the existence of true love but I'd like to believe that in time each of us would find that one true love.

[Carolann Dowsett]

I hope you do. Thank you for your review :)

[icelandicblue]

I love the title. Your poem speaks well to the fact that romance may be dying on the funeral pyre of sex. Nice work.

[Carolann Dowsett]

Thanks so much. Sadly I truly think it is.

[zainul]

This is a piece of gold
Your message is crystal clear
True love is a tale of the old
Sex traders dance and cheer

Wonderful write,Dear Carolann.
Appreciate your courage to speak the truth.

[Carolann Dowsett]

Thank you so much Zainul. I really appreciate your review.

[zainul]

You are most welcome,decent poet.
I am glad that you appreciate the review.

[Dream Weaver]

Romance may be a dying breed but its not quite dead and buried just yet.
Some folks search a life time for it and some are luckier than others in achieving
this goal. Sadly their are some that will never find it but always remain hopeful.
Nice piece of work here my friend...

[Carolann Dowsett]

Thanks so much. Yes you're right I'm sure it still exists somewhere in the world. :)

[Dream Weaver]

I am the biggest pessimist when it comes to Romance but I do believe it
still exists and if you look long and hard one day it could be staring you
in the face...and you're quite welcome.

[Carolann Dowsett]

True, though I'm not sure that I even want it any more. I like my peace to much. :)

[Dream Weaver]

Never say never! But I feel ya! :)

[Carolann Dowsett]

:)