Love Gave Up
Dark and light spoke fragrant things,
Gardens gathered strength by night;
Love, though fragile, sprouted wings,
Crying out as it took flight.
Fighting chance? Oh, love had none!
Hearing that a storm would pass,
Blotting out the noonday sun,
Love gave up—alack! alas!
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Sunday’s Whirligig #227
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Posted on August 18, 2019, in Poetry Pantry, Poets United, Rhyming poetry, Sunday's Whirligig and tagged chance, fighting, fragile, fragrant, gardens, hearing, light, love, pass, spoke, strength, things. Bookmark the permalink. 18 Comments.