Friday, September 9, 2016

Love And Death

      A man fights for far more than the mere hope of winning.
                 -- Cyrano de Bergerac

I think of all the ways my love has died:
Strangled by silence, cured like a disease,
Taken for granted, tortured, petrified,
Shot in the head while praying on its knees.

Love dies like people do—you cannot save
A single one from needing special care
If it lives long enough, for there’s a grave
For everything that lives, from dull to rare.

Entropy rules this world from end to start;
Its one law is “What shines today must fade.”
But there’s an angry rebel in my heart
Who feels that this law must be disobeyed—

And though it’s doomed and hopeless, he will try
To find and share a love that will not die.

Copyright 2016 Matthew J Wells

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