When love is lost, the day sets towards the night,
Albeit the morning sun may still be bright,
And not one cloud-ship sails across the sky.
Yet from the places where it used to lie
Gone is the lustrous glory of the light.
No splendour rests in any mountain height,
No scene spreads fair and beauteous to the sight;
All, all seems dull and dreary to the eye
When love is lost.
Love lends to life its grandeur and its might;
Love goes, and leaves behind it gloom and blight;
Like ghosts of time the pallid hours drag by,
And grief's one happy thought is that we die.
Ah, what can recompense us for its flight
When love is lost?
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Wow! I love your imagery in this poem. I think you did a wonderful job on this poem. I will have to read more by you. Tina
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the sentiment of many a poem ive tried in vain to write just so
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This is a wonderful rondeau. Her language is exquisite.
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This is a wonderful poem. I find it to be true also. Once love is gone everything seems gray and not so bright. This is a really great poem!
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Breathing becomes damn near impossible when love is lost..good old poem to feature.
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Such a bleak, grey view of life once Love is gone, the colours and hues of every-day objects lose their splendour - this is a sad outloook on life. Rather too sad for me.
Von
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