A Summer Song

Left alone in a night this fine

If only I'd make sense of this world

I’ll make the whole universe rhyme

And serenade you with songs divine

 

But it’s a sweet melancholia

That possesses me all the time

Turns love into despair, desire to pain

And bleeds this heart in its prime

 

I see glaring at me, juxtaposed in time

Streaks of blood, d’amour crimes

Wasted men, who have loved and lost

Of deadly reprisals for lines crossed

 

Thus I stand at the crossroads of time

Pawned and sold by a decree divine

But human frailty is so beyond reason

It makes this stubborn mind adamantine

 

It still thinks it’s worthwhile to live

As long as I have your hand in mine 

Author's Note

Enough of love poems. Want to take a break from them, but they keep clinging on...

Reviews

[Rossen]

I am not as good as you at analyzing poetry.
I clearly see the frustration of poets in
a world off track. You have much talent.
Such complexity and it's balanced with
are only salvation... the love in the finish.
100/100

[SprunkedAlien]

Beautiful!

[jhumur]

that magic of love you are so blessed with all the time
drop the idea of not writing them..
your creations are worth reading..
it's "superfine" !!!