The Cows Tell Me So

I need a new sense of humor...

I could write about you,

And I probably will.

Though you’re not worth the lead,

Or the ink of a quill.

 

I could write about your touch,

Your hug or your kiss,

But these things from you,

Are not what I miss...

 

Ask me what I miss?

I miss being in love,

And falling in love,

Drawing hearts with doves.

 

But I hate being in love,

When it’s in love with you,

You left me behind..

But cows still moo.

Author's Note

I don't even know :)

Reviews

[zainul]

Taking refuge to any place when the loved one breaks promise.
You have resorted to the humor to give a lesson for the betrayer.
Enjoyed reading.

[icelandicblue]

Some things in the backgrounds of our lives never change but we are ever changing creatures. The cows moo and love is found, lost and hopefully found again. I like your poem.

[Zapata]

thank you very much