Love Never Stays

Love never saved a single soul,
love never stays.

It might drift onward
in fitful narcotic dreams.

Move on to become weariness,
and another barren sunset.

Love is a jester and a trickster.
Love is an ever retreating mirage.

This sandbar for the shipwrecked,
is a place to catch our breath.

But then the tide returns
to drown us in the audacity of hope.

Love is fire stolen from the mountain,
another delusion of immortality.

by Barry Middleton

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Comments (4)

Love is a jester and a trickster. Love is an ever retreating mirage.... yes, love is such that it can make one's heart pleasant or it can create mirage. To define love is too difficult. Dear sir, you have so nicely inscribed here about love having a marvelous ending like... Love is fire stolen from the mountain, another delusion of immortality. Thanks for sharing.
Love is fire stolen from the mountain, another delusion of immortality. =the most excellent!
Amazing poem about love and soul. Love is fire stolen from the mountain Thank you for sharing
And that is how the love is! ! ! !