Poem2024-07-25T09:32:52+00:00

Agony

By: Robert Louis Arehart

Love is a flower which blooms
bright for a while...
then suddenly dies and is gone.

Love may uplift,
provide myriad dreams...
when you realize, all, now is flown.

Cling to it tightly,
refuse to believe...
it can hurt you and make your heart stone!