Amor Vincit Omnia

Love is no more.
It died as the mind dies: the pure desire
Relinquishing the blissful form it wore,
The ample joy and clarity expire.

Regret is vain.
Then do not grieve for what you would efface,
The sudden failure of the past, the pain
Of its unwilling change, and the disgrace.

Leave innocence,
And modify your nature by the grief
Which poses to the will indifference
That no desire is permanent in sense.

Take leave of me.
What recompense, or pity, or deceit
Can cure, or what assumed serenity
Conceal the mortal loss which we repeat?

The mind will change, and change shall be relief.

Submitted by Gnute

by Edgar Bowers

Comments (2)

An excellent piece Edgar Bowers
There seems to be a contradiction here between the title and the first line. The title means in Latin (as near as I can tell) LOVE CONQUERS ALL, and yet the first line says LOVE IS NO MORE. The rest of the poem is no easier to decipher, either. Is this really the best example of a MODERN poem that could have been chosen as poem of the day?