Love

To what degree does love survive

No matter what it cost,

Can man escape lost love alive

Once it is truly lost?

When let into a tender heart

Love pierces man’s defence,

And leaves the heart with battle scars

Without much recompense.

The early Spring of love will bring

A new and urgent beat,

As love will raise his footsteps up

A foot above the street.

And nature seems to smile on him

From blue, unclouded skies,

The Summer of his love will beam

From her adoring eyes.

But Autumn brings the falling leaves

All dry and burned up, sere,

Once she begins to turn her back

At this time of the year.

Then love will show its darker side

Will threaten to depart,

As he despairs at her grim cares

That tear and shred his heart.

Foul winter is the final stage

When he awakes one day,

To echoes of her footsteps as

He finds she's gone away.

Then life will stretch before him like

A grim, unending storm,

As love will turn its back on him,

He’ll wish he’d not been born.

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[William Michael Reeves]

After the loss of love, we have no choice but continue to live. But that may be the definition of a zombie. Alive but dead. I like your metaphor of sky and clouds. Powerful love creates strong storms that do tear our hearts apart. Your poem made me think of what causes a storm, differences in pressure and temperature, which change as we walk together under the sky. But for the poor human heart it is always the season for love. I hope your skies have cleared since you wrote this. Good poem David.

Bill

[T.S. Sky]

I love how you turn love alike to the seasons.

[TPK Stories]

Love how you compared the four seasons to the romance of love and brokenheartedness. Well written poem.

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked the logic of your words of my friend. We will have the Spring, birth of love and Winter. Quiet death. No weakness in the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Tony Jordan]

One often goes before the other and leaves them floundering after a lifetime of love and companionship. Love the four seasons metaphor DLP.
Well penned sir.
:)