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Love is... By: Terry D. Scheerer

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Love is...
By: Terry D. Scheerer


Love is a flower
That grows from a seed,
Nurtured by need
Then killed by greed.

The color is red
From the blood that is shed.
On love it once fed,
Yet soon to be dead.

We were a flower, you and I,
Waiting for our love to die.
For the bud in full bloom
Was surrounded by gloom.

Our petals have fallen
To lie on the ground--
A pale reflection
Of our intense affection.

The stem that was mine
Now withers on the vine;
Turning brown and dried,
In pain it has died.

Now, like the flower that is no more
And as my life has gone before,
I seek to let my spirits soar--
In hopes that death is not merely...

The End


About the Author

Terry D. Scheerer feels that his poetry reflects aspects of his life, much of which has been dark, dreary, full of pain, death, disappointment and disillusionment. But, then, whose life hasn't been?
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