Here she pulled the feathery strings of love
Hoping glory would pour from heavens above
From her little heart
sprung the oceans of care,
- with clouds of all clouds
beyond compare…
In her eyes, the heaven’s gate
opened so wide for him,
raising banners that only
say his name……
She pressed on and conquered bliss
That even heavens couldn’t keep its peace,
But he turned his back away
Casting her darkness and malady
Her soul called for him to stay
‘til tears all dried out bitterly…
Woe…oh woe….
The stars and the moon had never even cared
And these marvelous memories those moments had made,
Woe to cupid who played chaos to her head
And Woe is love that had gotten shared….
reinalie jorolan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/woe-is-love/
