Our Love Is

Like the last leaves of autumn
Scattered to the four winds
Our love is drifting away

Like a desert river
Long run dry
Our love is desiccated

Like the winter landscape
Stark and bare
Our love is barren

Love Withers

References to changing seasons and climactic conditions underline the futility of a relationship which is withering on the vine.


Sad Love Poetry


Sad Love Poems

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