When did we Forget?

When one has forgotten how to love,

He has lost his rapture in the early morning sun,

As it rises tenderly in the east.

When one has forgotten how to love,

He is no longer charmed by the sweet rhythm of the blackbird,

As she sings gaily from her branch,

He covers his ears as she begins to make a sound. 

When one has forgotten how to love,

There is no delight in the bitter morning frost,

It only makes his hands feel cold.

When one has forgotten how to love,

He also forgets how to live,

And instead starts learning how to die.

Reviews

[PhoeniX]

this piece was good but i dont understand how abruptly you ended it. i felt as though you could have gone a little further with this but, alas, you are the author. good job

[Nicole (Carpe Diem)]

beautiful words - great images - fantastic piece of writing