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overs’ eyes</p><p id="15d2">This is how love died before it was even tried cold hearts, shoulders uncried risk, courage, boldness <i>all denied</i></p><p id="ad60">This is how love is restored if a spark is left somewhere stored if lovers, that is, to death are not bored if there’s something left that’s unexplored</p><p id="3ba9">This is how love is rekindled if it’s not completely dwindled if hearts are not of fire swindled after being crudely toyed and fiddled</p><p id="bcbb">This is how Love is resurrected when it is the least expected even after having been rejected if two hearts have deeply connected</p><figure id="42b5"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/0*q14WNKiNr9S9RoSZ.png"><figcaption></figcaption></figure><p id="8abf">Another sad poem/song of mine:</p><div id="3b43" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/song-of-the-morning-ac3966847b3c"> <div> <div> <h2>Song of The Morning</h2>

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<div><h3>Singing my sad inner song as the Sun is coming up</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*kbbgemi_HcFyv2qCJV_-eQ.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="445f">And a poem by <a href="undefined">Elena Cooper</a>:</p><div id="a091" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/a-hungry-little-child-begins-to-dream-out-loud-54a2ebbd3009"> <div> <div> <h2>A Hungry Little Child Begins to Dream Out Loud</h2> <div><h3>Poem</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*4F4LAJKKiCDxoZwj)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

POETRY | SAD POETRY | LOVE | SADNESS | FEAR

This Is How Love Dies

Not with a bold bang, but with a lame whimper

Images by Dimitri Wittmann (heart), Lukas (ice) and Hans (fire) from Pixabay. Processed by author.

This is how love dies nausea replaces butterflies sadness displaces joy and smiles sorrow saps all life from lovers’ eyes

This is how love died before it was even tried cold hearts, shoulders uncried risk, courage, boldness all denied

This is how love is restored if a spark is left somewhere stored if lovers, that is, to death are not bored if there’s something left that’s unexplored

This is how love is rekindled if it’s not completely dwindled if hearts are not of fire swindled after being crudely toyed and fiddled

This is how Love is resurrected when it is the least expected even after having been rejected if two hearts have deeply connected

Another sad poem/song of mine:

And a poem by Elena Cooper:

Poetry
Sadness
Love
Fear
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