Murray, UT, USA
Author's Note: I wrote this one after an especially bad break-up.
Don't Speak to Me of Love
Don't speak to me, in glowing terms,
Of love, and all its charms -
Of gazing at a moonlit sky,
Wrapped in a lover's arms.
Don't tell me how the earth stands still,
When two hearts beat as one;
Or how the light of souls, entwined,
Outshines the morning sun.
Don't fill my head with images
Of shooting stars, on high,
Or songbirds, singing sweetly,
In a brilliant azure sky.
Don't paint a picture of the world
As seen through love-struck eyes.
For, lovely as such views may be,
They're really only lies.
A foolish poet, once was I,
Believing love was kind.
I trusted my heart's vision,
And, alas! My heart was blind.
It led me down love's rosy path,
Carefree and unaware;
It hid, from me, the pitfalls,
And the thorns that flourished, there.
And, now, with bruised and battered heart,
I take a silent vow:
I never want to hurt, again,
The way that I do, now.
So, spare me talk of sweet romance,
And matches formed above.
At least, until my heart has healed,
Don't speak to me of love.
-Troy J. Hoecherl-
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