Love does not reach by Ann Wood

There is something that
I'll guess to the grave -
how one transforms
your love in malice?
How it comes into the heart
this sad change -
instead of songs on the nightingale,
a dark crow crow?
What a happy sip
do you have enough poison?
How a gentle hug
becomes a heavy chain?
There is something in the space,
it is unclear to me ...
Explain to me, people,
outraged by love -
how the heart loves
just a few moments? ...
There is malice for all.
Love does not reach.

"Love does not reach ..."

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Written on 2019-08-28 at 01:13

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Ann Wood The PoetBay support member heart!
Thank you Jim

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Shakespeare says,

"Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,"

so you ask how love becomes malice. it does not. it was something other than love to begin.

but i love this poem.