You never know with love, Peter. Some last forever, some die a premature death.

Ingrid x

Hi Peter,

I dont see this format on here much if at all. It is like two tetrametre lines making one line. I like the quikiness of this.

Loves story... a flower metaphor. Love is beautiful like flower. A seed is the energy source, a template so to speak. But who created that... God?

Love is the greatest...The dizzy headiness of love at its lusty peak, like opium from that poppy field.

Love no more...the storm rolls in and rips the petals of love away. The tear tinged rain pours while on hands and knees petals drift out of flailing reach. The rain turns to icy and love knows no more.

Excellent work Peter.

Take care

Michael

I love this - a poem of two halves, you might say. I love the raindrops metaphor in the second part of this poem too, Peter.
Excellent piece, with - as ever - a lovely flow.
All the very best
Ben