THE FRUIT OF LOVE

In the beginning
There was a time
When our hearts 
Bled
Into each other
Yours and mine
On that, there
Love bed
And the love made life
And the life was loved
And youth was 
Innocence
Unknowingness
Then
Life grew up
And love moved on
And dreams moved out 
And we did mourn
And the memories of it
Written 
In most every song
But
Other songs
Tell tales more true
For love
Mostly
Does not last through
For 
True love
Does not exist
Not in word
Or promise
Nor in the kiss
For
It is born in desire
Exists in the beauty
Grows fat on its lust
Expires as quickly
When
Youth turns to dust
And loves gentle sweet talk
Turns anger to rage
Makes hatred a friend
Loves union
A mockery
Sad gilded cage
And
The only survivor
As parting ends strife
Is loves precious fruit
A being called
Life.
(Marion price) 2017.

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