WHEN LOVE DIES

by

Joe Fazio

In September, when warm summer days have
slipped into faded memories of too few breezes,
winter is close at hand, with its visions of
leafless trees, blanketed nights and bone
chilling days. Ahhhhh, for those scorching day
of mid July when we cursed the heated nights
as we lie sweltering in our beds.
It has always be and will forever be; that
which we no longer have, is that of which
we yearn for most.
Is not love cherished more when the time
to part has come? Why do we always yearn
for the yesterdays that were taken so lightly,
when they were our 'todays? ' And, when
the flower has wilted on the vine, is it not
the memory of its beauty that we so
yearn for?

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Terminated
by: Tango
from: Papakura, NZ

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