When beauty breaks and falls asunder
I feel no grief for it, but wonder.
When love, like a frail shell, lies broken,
I keep no chip of it for token.
I never had a man for friend
Who did not know that love must end.
I never had a girl for lover
Who could discern when love was over.
What the wise doubt, the fool believes–
Who is it, then, that love deceives?
i admire this ever so much…i feel this sam exact way
thank you
This song blows almost as much as my ex….and that’s saying somthing…this chick had no problem wrighting crappy poetry I guess….the poem is about a gook
that’s a really good poem. is bi or something, because she said she’s never had a girl for a lover who knew when love was over, and she said the same thing for a guy….*confused*
This poem is probably the best poem I have ever read. It isn’t everyday you come across a great poem like that.
i real like your poem it kind hard understand it because not good in compenshine but i love it