by on March 31, 2019

The Truth of Love

With the world turning around we are subjects of its turn
And, if its orbit, our story is happy or sad
We will not see its final revolution until we learn
If our time here is one for which we should be glad.

And while in its current phase know only tragedy
Should this obscure the love for you here express?
These sad moments only underscore the futility
That mere lines of love could, in this world, not redress.

Yet, despite this, I cannot escape thinking of you
Though convention may say this is wrong
If love could ever prove it is true
Then to your embrace should belong.

This trial that to my faith and strength attest
I must face knowing the end only sorrow
Then the truth of love will truly test
If in the wake of loss it can still follow.

Posted in: Poetry
Topics: poetry, love, romance, nature

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