Owed to Love
Oh Love,
Rear not your hoary head.
Wander not with wretched rags
From plagued paupers bought.
How faithful are you, Love,
To leap and jump from
Couples to couplets,
Never staying longer than a last breath.
Were you so noble Love?
Selling your soul to
Patrons and patriots
Under the eyes of eagle, souls, and sun.
Where is your saga now, Love?
You launched a thousand ships,
Drove souls to drink poison
And propelled odysseys
Men once died for you, Love.
Now they but spit and grind roses in your name.
Have you sunk so low as Hell,
To do all but obsess o’er Heaven’s gate?
Maverick
08:48:53 PM
7 comments:
If all that was wonderful about love is that it made us drink poison, launch the ships of a senselss war and all that jazz, then I say good riddance.
I still think it's here and affects people for better or for worse, however.
what a beautiful way to bash love
A beautiful poem for a double-edged emotion. Did you write it?
Good writing, but didn't you mean 'Ode to love', not 'Owed to love?
I believe it's a pun...
I believe its a pun too.
Mr. Aquila, of all the blogs on the web, fancy seeing you on this one. I agree that the options are now a bit wider
R.S.
I wonder if you can guess as to where my name originates eh?
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