Love Doesn'T Play Anymore

Someone once told me that love was a game
you had to experience the joy and the pain
the thrill of the chase
and the conquest you gained
but love doesn't play anymore

I have discovered since running round wild
love is a sweet and a delicate child
that needs to be nurtured and taught things anew
to make it grow strong
and make it grow true
love doesn't play anymore.

by Charles M Moore

Comments (2)

this whole poem is cliche. poem like this does play anymore.
So many games, yes I do agree love is to be nutures like a fine orchid. Patricia