(04 October 1943 / Germany)

True Love Never Dies

Fiddle the riddle
Wiggle with the riddle

For true love never dies
Except those empty white lies

Love never says goodbye
It just flies
Low and high

Fiddle the riddle
Wiggle with the riddle
Perhaps you can unfold
The puzzle of true love not told

The love I know may sometimes fizzle
Then sparkle with the eye of a twinkle
After wear out like an ageless wrinkle
So I hear your cry and with you I sigh

True love itself never dies
True love never says goodbye
True love never tells a lie
True love never asks the reason why
It just flies and flies and flies and flies
Or it flies past you by

2006 - Sylvia Chidi

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Comments (4)

One of the most tender poems depicting the sadness and guilt we feel when we lose a friend I have read in quite awhile. Very powerful Herbert. Sincerely, Mary
Mein F, I'm at a loss for words cept two, gut wrenching...
Heartbreakingly brilliant. I'm at a loss for words on this. t x
This is surely one of your best, Herbert, in spite of the light word play at the beginning. (perhaps you might re-consider that one?) The last two stanzas are painful and awesome. Raynette