Love

Love knows no creed. 

No gender. 

No age. 

No race. 

Love, is love. 

Not talking about sex here... 

Talking about love. 

Once I knew true love... 

And children's laughter would fill these dead halls...

Like many other things now...

The halls are dead and all joy is gone. 

All good things die... In due time. 

All hope is gone. 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Amy R]

A very deep write.
It reflects how love brings joy and also sorrows.
The way u explained everything made so much sense.
It ended in a sad note showcasing a theme of loss/abandonment.
"The halls are dead and all joy is gone. "
-Amy

[The_Ancient_Rock]

Thank you.
I am so glad you enjoyed this piece.
Yes, it is about loss. You are so right.
Thank you again for the great review.
Take good care.
😄

[Amy R]

You're welcome,
Again, it was written very well...
You to. 😊

[John the Baptist]

Yes, all good things do die. So do all bad things. And neutral things. It's all part of the lease.

[The_Ancient_Rock]

Indeed...

[Alla Antsis]

All bad things die in "due time" too, The ancient Rock! Once one knows true love, one will find again....It is those who never knew love will be wondering searching thru eternity. Love your poem!

[The_Ancient_Rock]

Thank you Alla.
I am very pleased you enjoyed it.
Blessed be!
I do hope you are right.