Love is like the sunset
it comes;
it goes;
It lasts forever
until darkness falls.
It breathes within
the ocean;
it washes
out the sand
drifting to the sea.
It is like the seasons
changing with
the times;
coldest in the Winter
born again in Spring.
Love is never ending
like the verses of a poet
as sharp as the pen
that strikes the paper
it ends without a chorus.
Original Poetry by Lucy Tamajon
Does love last forever? Can it? Is it possible for something to last forever, when nothing else does. And, if it comes to an end, does it mean that you never loved at all? Or is love just transitional? Meant to stay with us for as long as we need it so that we can get to the next stage in our lives.
ReplyDeleteToday is the first time I was introduced to Lucy Tamajon's expressive, personal and introspective poetry. I glanced at her thoughts and feelings and started thinking. A glance is not enough, I shall return to your writings.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much. I'm always so flattered by the compliments.
ReplyDeletePlease looke at the archives, I have many different things and it depends on my moody self. :) Thanks.
Love & Peace.